I was bewildered at the sheer amount of problems; rather, which plague Main Street or the dwellings of Edmonton, and around the world to this day - as I sit and revel in God's creations which surround me daily.
I have been told: I am an angel. I have also been told I am the complete opposite to various degrees in different formats of literature - and quite possibly: there's a word and a Latin translation for that sentiment i'm attempting to convey.
Enjoy: try and define that, please.
- Chris Harold, aka Sister Chrisy
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Street Called Main
Tarihi KurguDuring the Great War between Main Street and Wall Street: a love blossoms between that of the indigenous tribe's most valuable asset, 'Shawn;' Chris' homosexual lover and that of Chris' interests. What transpires between the throes of love and war i...
