The Second Life
/Sometimes it takes a dead man to make life worth living again.
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…like nothing else. Okay, maybe second only to the soul-sucking presence of my fifteen-year old son. Caleb's only communication skills consisted of the ever-present smartphone. He certainly wasn't texting me. We moseyed up and down the aisles at Bullseye. Hunting for school supplies. Each…
By Steven Roisum
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