Cliffhanger Daily
11th Dec 13
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Dec. 25

He woke up in the hospital about an hour after I’d brought him there. I wouldn’t have still […]

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Dec. 24

Or the glove.

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Dec. 23

I hadn’t put the guy there either.

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Dec. 22

The mulch was not mine. Now it was, I guess. But I hadn’t put it there.

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Dec. 21

But this guy, this guy with the glove, he was definitely in my yard. Most of him, anyway.

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Dec. 20

It’s not that my yard is so very big. At the edges, it’s weedy and rough, and starts […]

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Dec. 19

I find it on a man who is buried under a pile of fresh mulch in the far […]

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Dec. 18

I go looking for the other glove. I find it.

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Dec. 17

All my gloves had mates.

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Dec. 16

It was a standard gray striped dollar-store work glove. Everybody uses those. I keep a pair in the […]

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