Posted on January 1, 2020
by DW Rhodes
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Allison stared at the spot where my nose used to be, then I saw the tears.
Category: DAVE The StorytellerTags: Drama, Fiction, Short-Story
“I sit astride life like a bad rider on a horse. I only owe it to the horse’s good nature that I am not thrown off at this very moment.”
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