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  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: An Unusual Christmas

    On Christmas morning I got a dreadful cold. My forehead was burning, my nose ran like the Amazon River, and my throat was so dry I think my windpipe was ...

    Feb 8, 2011


Don't go around saying the world owes you a living; the world owes you nothing; it was here first.
— Mark Twain