by Sherree Cummings He shifted, sliding the cardboard further under his buttocks, a bit of grit poking him in the backside. The ground was freezing. He blew on his fingers trying to warm them but they were stubbornly refusing to thaw out. He had lost everything. His home, his family, even the bloody flea ridden cat with its doses of …
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