SATUR NIGHT 03 I know what you’re thinking. What’s the cause of my meltdown? How is my family so average Joe? Why are you still reading? Okay, time to pack. One pair of sandals. Two pair of socks. Three shorts. Four shirts. And five underwear. Why five underwear for only three days of fishing? Well, …
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SATUR DAY 02 Gone fishin’ ain’t for the faint of heart. Nor underwear either. “Hatcher, get your boney bones movin’. Ya’ breakfast is freezin’ over!” Ma’s voice vibrated against the I-can-hear-you-thin-walls of my room. “I’m up, ma!” Tick, tick, tick, tick. My head, meet pillow. Then blackness again. The door swung open: enter girl. Her …
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