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Dog, fiction by Charles McLeod

When I was twelve my dad stole pay­load from auger mines a coun­ty north of where we lived. Mom had fall­en off a truss bridge drunk the sum­mer pri­or and no thing, small or large, would bring her back. So … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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