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VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Harry McNabb

I Want to be a Pet I slept on the floor of the lettuce room.  It was wet.  My pants were wet because whenever my clothes are wet, I shiver out a small allotment of fear-pee.  I had no choice.  My father had given me a knuckle sandwich when I’d said I needed a placeContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Harry McNabb”