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At The Bar

Mara was a girl I met at a bar one night, we were both bored sitting on those tall bar stools, slowing stirring our drinks. She leaned over and said, "Hello," softly into my ear.
I was startled and I laughed a bit uncomfortably. She smiled.
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Chores

CHORES

As late golden afternoon sun fell on the west wall of the small adobe ranch house, a full size Ford pick-up truck trailing a plume of dust made it's way through the desert landscape towards the isolated old home. The driver of the tr
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