Ezra McKenna sat, consumed with thoughts of his own mediocrity, in an heirloom chair, fingering the strap that was wrapped around a dusty old satchel. Catching a glimpse of brown fur passing, he smiled. The young shop owner’s heart swelled with pride as he watched Beau the St. Bernard from…
My foot slams down hard on the pedal, making my head snap back from the force. The cement barrier is now a looming wall between my white-knuckled grip of death. 85 mph... 90 mph... the barrier rushes up to meet me. 95 mph... The 4-cylinder Altima engine screams its defiance.…
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