By Mike Smolarek Moose had peed on every tree we had passed so far on our late night walk, which was good. Hopefully he’d be done and have nothing left in the tank. There were only three more houses left before we were back at ours but it was always Gladys Johnson’s house on...
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By Susan Fox The Russian-built Volga sedan carried seven passengers—the usual number—and as Jo crowded into the back seat with three Afghans, she was a little annoyed with herself, wishing she had not been so impatient, so eager to hire the first available taxi. After all, she knew better. It would have taken only...
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