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Month: July 2015

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In the Garden by Jill Hand

Kayleigh always came back.  I told that to the two cops, the big, friendly one with the gap-toothed smile, his blonde hair cropped to a stubble, and the older, black one with acne scars on his cheeks who constantly chewed spearmint gum and didn’t say much.  Sure, we sometimes fought like cats and dogs and she’d storm off, proclaiming that […]