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 A Poem and Short Story Not allowed around oil tanks anymore. The Present As we go through the toll booth, my dad stops in the resting area and tells us he has something for us in the back of the car. As he opens the back my mind is racing. Is it a gift? A card? Late birthday present? It wasn't, at all. As he sat down and opened the cardboard box, a tear rolled down my cheek. It was Abby my dog. She passed away this summer. Article posted December 3, 2010 at 08:05 AM • comment • Reads 5858 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments |
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