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The night of his last day I remember lying in bed and sobbing, great heaving sobs that choked me, and left wet stains on my pillow. My mother was very concerned.
Jojo Teckina
Arpad Nagy
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Oh gosh, poor lil nugget!
Shortlisted for 2024 Northwind Writing Award in NF/Fiction. New owner of First Line Fiction. Editor @ The Memoirist, AoE, Book Cafe, Short Place, Kitchen Tales.
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