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Guns and Old Lace

Gilbert found his three elderly aunts in the garden, drinking tea. “Aunties!” he called. “Is everything alright?” “Why of course, Gilly,” said Gertie. She shoved a bowl into his hand. “Have some strawberries.” Gilbert ate the fruit with relish. They … Continue reading

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The Taxman Ceramic-eth

Cody the bartender placed the home brew before IRS investigator, Greg Harkness. The mug was beautifully wrought in blue and white Chinese porcelain. Greg never expected something like that in the little town of Collins, Louisiana. “Wow, Cody!” he exclaimed, … Continue reading

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