The Only Child

Like I Used To Way Back When


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Flash Fiction Friday: #1

I didn’t mean to hit him, I don’t think. I don’t really know, and I won’t actually remember much. I probably pulled out my whiskey when I started to grade those papers, and there’s no one in my office to say anything about that. It must have been hours I was there, since I recall…

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