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  Girl     This is the story of my death.   And of what happened next.     They don’t understand what is happening at first.  ...

  He sat in the park, just outside the ancient city, cradling his Infinite Trumpet and looked out over the Biblical plain, and remembered....

The dunk tank, that’s what I do. Every weekend I’m someplace different: a church festival in Sandpoint, Idaho; a county fair in Lonoke, Ar...