Crazy

Gerald jumped at everything, even when nothing was there. In spite of the warm, spring afternoon, he wore thermal underwear beneath his faded, torn denim pants, and two sweaters under the ancient, tattered, and stained Navy pea coat. Long, tangled hair, white as the snow still on the mountains around Tahoe, shot out from his […]
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Published on February 23, 2020 06:31
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