TODAY,being market-day, we were up long before first cock crow so as to load the hampers for Morant Bay.We had a donkey named Theresa. She was big and strong, with a head on her shoulders that she must have stolen from a Morant Bay lawyer. Theresa had more cunning behind her bony forehead than any other she ask in the village of Stony Gut.
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love is too much
Short StoryIt was the end of our love when I said that love is too much and if u can't what I have then leave.Suddenly I saw the shadow of my son, oh son I told him to go away I hate him..
