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3AM Boozed Thoughts (Short Prose)

We sang our hearts out ’til the sun finally gave up on us. Our faces slightly blushed by the sun hours earlier and later by more than a few glasses of vodka and beer. I could live like this for a few hours more – but I can’t, I said to myself. And then I listened…
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Spaghetti and Fish Paste © (2004)

Chapter I: Perilous Bliss Time and again, little Teresa waits for the freight train to come. With her short stature, she stands on the tarnished roof of a discarded fruit shipper abandoned beside the rail track. She waits patiently for the train. Barefoot, she lingers in delight and hums a rhythmless hum as she picks…
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