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It took months before I could believe it. The man across the street had died. I should have figured it out the first morning Charlie didn’t come walking down his driveway at the stroke of ten, wearing a trench coat and pulling a little suitcase on wheels. Thinking… Continue Reading “The End of Mean Charlie”
It took months before I could believe it. The man across the street had died. I should have figured it out the first morning Charlie didn’t come walking down his driveway at the stroke of ten, wearing a trench coat and pulling a little suitcase on wheels. Thinking… Continue Reading “The End of Mean Charlie”
The woman next door keeps telling her dog to sit and he barks at her. She persists. He barks more. She holds up a tennis ball. He barks. Finally, she throws the ball and he runs after it. But he doesn’t bring it back.… Continue Reading “Not Everything’s a Big Deal”
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