The Last One to Katahdin wins

Longterm stares at me, dumbfounded. He is standing in front of a door which leads out to his little porch and the sunny, warm day beyond. We stood there trapped by an awkward silence for a moment. I watch him grimace in discomfort as he tries to think of the nicest way to phrase whatContinue reading “The Last One to Katahdin wins”

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