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Why I Set My Story In A Department Store
I spend most of my waking hours in a place called Eagles Bend. It is bright, noisy, and ordinary. On...
The Man Who Warned Me And Kept Walking
The day of the fire at Eagles Bend started like so many others. I unlocked the doors, checked on my ...
How A Jar Of Lost Silver Dollars Still Speaks To Me
When I smell smoke, my mind does not only stay in the present moment. It reaches back to a night fro...