I had planted that tree when I was 7, when my parents adopted my brother. It grew into a really nice tree even though my brother didn't turn out to be much. He lived at home and never got a proper job. And then he crashed into it at 21, drunk, and both he and the tree died. I didn't know which one I was more upset about.
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On An Unrelated Note: Short Stories
Short StoryThis is a compilation of many short stories. Some are a paragraph. Some are three pages. Some are longer. Some are in third person, some are in first. But each chapter is a new character and a new story, and each chapter tells of something to make y...
