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…into the begonias on the porch as he fled, and she goes into the den to watch a little TV in peace. She’s fully aware that the hurricane of family dysfunction will return soon, but for now she’s quite thankful that somebody in Italy had the foresight to create a deceptively-simple, narcotic, dough-based meal. Wait. What is that acrid smell? Why is there a fire truck pulling up in front of the house? Is this my chance at freedom?
Brian Lageose
Author, D. Denise Dianaty
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Artist, Poet, author, wife & mom May my epitaph be "She reflected love into the world."
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