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…d. As I turned and looked, the bag had exploded. Trash went raining down on those leaving the ship. Looking down at the bottom of the ladder well, I could see PO1 Mitchell giving me the death stare with Spaghetti sauce on his Navy ball cap and dungarees.
Vertis Williams III
Cappelli, MFA, JD, PhD
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Love the imagery.
Top Know Nothing Writer with way too many degrees who enjoys musing on life's absurdity.
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