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Worried about Jango

“How’s the new sculpture going?” Asked Jaynie as she walked into her husband’s studio. “It’s almost there,” said Glenn. “Just a few more strips and I’ll be done. A bit messy though.” He held up hands covered with greasy goop. … Continue reading

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