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The Silence of January, fiction by Frank Reardon

Before Arnie San­dlin could drop a fist­ful of ice melt out­side the door­way of The Ranger Lounge, his stom­ach explod­ed and he was thrown five feet across the room into a pok­er table. Dutchie Sel­by stepped into the lounge, ice … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Lonely Larry, poem by Frank Reardon

LONELY LARRY Every­day Lar­ry walks into the lum­ber yard with his head down due to years of bad pos­ture. His hair, fake or not, looks like a blond toupee, and he twid­dles his fin­gers in mad cir­cles when he speaks. … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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