Along about June 1, a strange gurgling starts to bubble up from deep inside me. By June 15, my gut is tightly taut. Then the mental writhing kicks in. I start to agitate, even to fear. Thinks: “No mention this far. No furtive glances. No secretive giggles. “They’ve kept the record clean over the years […]
Bayard Stockton
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A gentle man … a gentleman
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