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As always, you can catch up on previous entries here. Enjoy! *          *          * Upon agreeing to accompany Cynthia wherever it was she needed to go, she immediately picked up her gun and quickly ascended the stairs to her room. I followed soon after. One of the great joys of …

It’s ba-aaaaaaack! If you’re new to this whole thing and want to get caught up to speed, check out the first four chapters here. Enjoy! *          *          * Time seemed to stand still then. Cynthia and I stood, motionless in each other’s arms, for what seemed like an eternity. …

Today, as I was absentmindedly taking the garbage cans to the curb for tomorrow’s pickup, I was suddenly and unexpectedly greeted by what looked to be a relatively large pit bull terrier rapidly trotting toward me. By the time I’d turned around from tending to the can, he was already …