The Sky near Royal City (2018)
The language of unabashed lies
His nickname was “Duke,” and I’m not making that up. When I was twelve, and scrawny, with countless freckles and an unfashionable crewcut, my tormentor could land punches or slam me against walls six days a week. This is because he and I also went to the same Sunday school. At least I got Satur…
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