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For Jane, Merry X-mas

“Sweetie? Could you come down here? Me and your father, well, we need to talk to you.“ Mom said. I panicked, Thinking about the cigar box..

The Green Balloon By Tod Crouch Now you gotta be crazy to think you can carry a balloon all the way to Harlem without someone messin’ wit..

Instant karma's a b***h.

The Crisis of the Mices By Tod Crouch In the dim matinee of my new apartment, mouse #1 idled up to my bed. He was a little unblinking babe with ad..

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