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Monday Bloody Monday

Bandagedsoldier

I want to tell you about coming downstairs one morning last week to find Clay covered in blood, but first I have to explain about my father-in-law.

My father-in-law, a man with a heart as big as a motorhome, has reached that stage in life where he gives things away. It doesn’t really matter what it is. A half eaten box of cornflakes, a set of socket wrenches, some bent wire hangers, cash. For awhile there you couldn’t leave his house without being offered something.

“Take it. I don’t need it.” Read the rest of this entry »

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