BULLETS, BOOZE & BIRTHDAY CAKE: Memoir of An Underemployed Graduate

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He yelled ferociously at the tempered, crackling fire. A piercing roar of rolling thunder caught by occasional chocking sobs. Tearless fits of strain and struggle that stretched each facial line. Every bumbling word fell over the campfire into a slow, deliberate burn.

(…Coming Maybe Never.)

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