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The Fairchild

The Fairchild

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The guys have always given me shit for being good with the ladies, nicknaming me Old Yeller because I’m a stray, which is the only thing they think I could have on them. They say I milk the orphan thing, get the honeys to feel sorry for me.
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“Carnage, anyone?” asked Dina as she approached with the Fairchild’s remnants.
or your choicemore

Obituary for a Poet Heretic

Obituary for a Poet Heretic

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“My father was a surgeon, a shaman and a greyhound. A runner in his youth, he thought little of exercise and called himself a cultured couch potato. As a doctor he loved each patient and included them in what he called prayersmore