“Just picture it. Tables of hot shells, end to end…”
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“Just picture it. Tables of hot shells, end to end…”
Read MoreDecember had blown into town and stolen its warmth…
Read MoreA long time would pass before Jay met Mosquito again…
Read MoreJay had little chance to think that morning…
Read More“Uh uh, no. No way. I told you not to come back here…”
Read MoreCome Monday, Jay took his first day off since starting at the diner…
Read MoreEd had just caught his breath when the drifter came flying in…
Read MoreJay woke to a pale world…
Read MoreEd Clinkscales was an old gorilla of a man…
Read MoreJay sailed under the hunter’s moon in his ninety-one Buick…
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