Tag: PTSD
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MUD PIE MOJO
‘Man, all I want is to eat a Mud Pie Mojo at the Cold Stone Creamery on North Marion Street. I’d give my other damn leg just to get back there.’ ‘You’ll get there. Give it time.’ ‘Easy for you to say.’ ‘Never said it would be easy.’ Rachel felt the scar tissue and the…
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THE DAILY POST: DISAPPEAR
‘Sammy,’ he shouted now, more desperate. Other parents stared, two or three came over to him, looking concerned, willing to help. He tried to explain to them, his words were shrill and panicked, ‘He was right here, right here, at the slide, I had his hand, and then I turned for a second and he…