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Gratitude, fiction by Ace Boggess
“My breath tastes like coffee and cigarettes,” I said, smacking my tongue against the roof of my mouth in a gesture of disgust. The old man looked at me and grinned, his polished-silver beard a second, wider smile beneath … Continue reading