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SMILE

SMILE of course I was, I had always already begun SMILE yes certianly SMILE I laughed breathless I was plead- ing SMILE struck like paralysis SMILE! SMILE! as the darts […]

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The Miraculous Birth

Christmas: The House Adrift in a wide white ocean of snow. Black December is a ditch winking overhead, but here beneath your parents' roof the piecrust faces are dimpled by forks and the clock faces are round and smooth as buttons.