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That Old Telephone Game
We used to play it all the time. We’d all sit in a circle. One person would begin by whispering in the ear of the person next to her. Just a few phrases, maybe a fact or two. Then that … Continue reading
That Slippery Slope
Memory can be seductive, perverted little bugger. For most part, nothing more than simple tree hugger, ’til something grabs its attention: bit of scent wafting through wood paneled rooms, music played just out of tune, or flash of scant sequined … Continue reading