We toast double shots over rocks of glass; borderline chills crack crooked creaks on a sidewalk. What's left better unsaid of a winter's day shines trickles on sickles, hanging on the porch; the contempt makes up all that it is.
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Death In A Cabin
Short Story(Being edited!) Ben's granddad died last fall and left him the family get-a-way cabin. His father treats him like a loser for not going to business school. His mother turned into an alcoholic after granddad's death. Ben finally had something to cal...
