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by Terry Durbin “She always said this place smells of ginger,” the man in the corner booth said as the waitress set a glass
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One morning I woke up to find I was dead all alone in my home still and stiff in my bed. How curious to
Anniversary Colin Topley Daisy pulled shut the front door of her neat little bungalow and walked down the gravel path to the road. As
