My daughter was the first to succumb, heaving miserably into a fishy-smelling five gallon pail. I was next, hurling out of the fishing boat’s starboard window.
My daughter was the first to succumb, heaving miserably into a fishy-smelling five gallon pail. I was next, hurling out of the fishing boat’s starboard window.
I was about six years old, and I was running away from home. For real this time.
Just like that lone logger who cut his own leg off with a pocket knife to unpin himself from a fallen tree and crawl for help, your husband could technically get by without you and live to see another day.
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