Feeling Like A Million
If he got to the end of the
street without seeing another person then he’d tell her, for sure. I mean, she
deserved to know that he’d won 100 million on the lottery. Hadn’t she brought
up his kids? Their kids. Hadn’t she stuck by him when things were tough? But
then he’d forgiven her when she’d run away to Myrtle Beach with that pastor. And
this morning, hadn’t she called him a worthless individual? Still, she'd improved, she didn’t hit him much anymore. He was just at the end of the street when he met
Mrs Tully. Shame. :-)
bobby stevenson 2013
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