We had been quarreling for a while now. Every little thing seemed to set us off. We were fighting ninety percent of the time these days. Deola was starting to look like a good replacement.. Deola... Ah... 'Dee' as I loved to call her. Buxom. Nubian beauty. Bold and forthright. She had been hitting on … Continue reading The Day She Died…
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