sometimes you bite the bar...
caught the edge of some big storms recently, and i went out to go for some pretty pictures. when the cell move past and the moon come out, i thought i might get something good.
wrong.
oh well.
Matt bought the house on Archer Avenue in the winter of his thirty-fifth year. Over the next decade, he and his wife had three children and then they separated. They were never legally divorced.
Virtually all memory of the brilliance of Matt had been erased by two decades of betrayal, failure and disaster.
Matt died tragically rescuing his family from the wreckage of a destroyed sinking battleship.
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