I think he passed out when I picked him up. I am not sure what I expected, but certainly not fainting. After all, how could…
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The Online Home of Marshall Stephens, Author
I think he passed out when I picked him up. I am not sure what I expected, but certainly not fainting. After all, how could…
Leave a CommentWhat was actually in the kitchen was far more unexpected.
It was Satan. Actual hooved, horned, Satan. Flames at his feet, smelling of Brimstone. As in, from Hell.
And I don’t mean Ohio.
Leave a CommentWhen I was in college, I answered an add in a local free newspaper. It looked honestly too good to be true. “Small Tasks, six figures. Call the number to apply.” I was behind on a car payment and working in a 7-11 third shift, so I figured what would be the worst that could happen?
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