The Weary Gambler
Fiction by Elmore Collins | We were tired. So tired. It’s hard to tell you how tired we were. Things weren’t that bad until our second was born. A little boy with a cleft lip
read moreFiction by Elmore Collins | We were tired. So tired. It’s hard to tell you how tired we were. Things weren’t that bad until our second was born. A little boy with a cleft lip
read moreFiction by Elmore Collins | Idiot-speak, I think, looking around the room at the sea of fools who are lapping it up. Not one word of substance, only platitudes, meaningless drivel
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