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Spike

Posted on Monday, March 8, 2010 by Paul Andrew Russell

I danced a jerky juvenile tarantella while you threw rocks at my pre-pubescent body, whipped me with sticks torn from the nearest tree. “Dance, cry-baby, dance!” you shouted; I bawled like a baby then. I’m a man now; I no … Continue reading →

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