by Jason Grant The entire king-sized bed is mine now, but I can’t seem to move from the left side to the right because on the nights you were here—laying there—if I dared move from my side to yours in the middle of the night it was like I-was-crossing-some-boundary you-needed…
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The Father They Didn’t Know
by Christina Hart Joe aged with about as much grace as a brick. He was still sturdy, strong, and a bit rough around the edges. He was a man who fulfilled your expectations and sometimes, by not fulfilling them at all. The passing of the years brought grey hair and…