Clowned

My eighteenth birthday began with a bang. I stumbled down the hallway, groggy and half asleep only to slip on a banana peel. I went down with a thump. Dad hopped out of the kitchen, his thumbs in his suspenders as he paraded around with laughter. “Gotcha!” I grumbled as he helped me to my feet. “Never gets... Continue Reading →

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