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In Dog We Trust
Our Father which art in heaven Hallowed be the name of Thomas. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done Thomas (on earth or you will move heaven to get it). I will give you this day your daily bread (actually a gluten free portion of mine). And forgive me my trespasses of impatience with your…
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“Time Me!” said the Girl
Poised to sprint skinny flint ready to ignite. She stands leaning at the beginning of the steep winding path. Up then down, a spring on speed. “How long did I take Grandad?” she gasps, leaning over the rail like a spent ragdoll. He looks confused “Ah maybe a minute..” He studies the second hand like a math equation. She understands his…