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Here. We.
Go.
“Chief.” My words were poignant. My eyes were
filled with emotion and I tried to keep from swallowing. My jo..
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I’m so
sorry.
I wrote a poem once.
It was about you.
It wasn’t very good.
She sat on the edge of a queen-sized ..
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When a small town fireman loses his family he turns to alcohol and his journal to try and cope with a life filled with death, despair, confusion, and ..
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