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The first computer my dad ever bought was $2,500. It could only run a simple word processor. The community he lived in pooled together to make this happen, to be able to afford it. 489 more words

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Nobody likes losing. My grandad knew this, but the extent to which a loser like Jarvin Mackerel would go was something he weren’t prepared for. I think that’s because he’d never dealt with no man like Jarvin before. 565 more words

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It’s strange to have your thoughts linger on someone for a time just to have them contact you directly. No words between us for years and then, out of the blue, a message. 540 more words

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The way my grandfather tells it he was in one of them backwaters. Small town, Louisiana, or was it Mississippi? Anyhow he was always a gambling man and so was like to as not to find himself in a dingy place like that. 561 more words

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“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves,”

From Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar: Edward R. Murrow understood this quote while McCarthy ignored it all together. 666 more words

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Pa’s backpack was on strapped on tight every time he left the house. It was the nicest thing they owned. Inside Pa put his gutting knife and gloves and waders. 484 more words

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Billy woke to a squeal that became a scream. Baby sister was crying again. She had no respect for nobody nohow.

“Why baby sister crying?” asked Billy, his arms crossed over his heart. 490 more words

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