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“De-Coated” – a coat story in honor of my sister’s “dead animal”

carolkean 51 in fiction CLOUDS FLOCK TOGETHER LIKE MEAN GIRLS plotting to rain on my parade. De-coated, but not defeated, I phone my evil daughter. I practice sounding stern and cold and calm: “I want my coat back.” Then I call her on … Continue reading

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