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The Attic

The Attic     My father was polite, insisting women visitors go ahead of him up the ladder to admire his prize tomatoes on the garage roof, or try his new recliner where they were too slow to protest as back it tipped, lifting legs and thighs. Even on his deathbed it was on his […]

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