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Robert Lincoln is 15 years old. Practically everyone calls him Lincoln. Even his mom.He loves Bob Dylan but no other musicians. He likes Henry David Thoreau but no...
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Our daily jog together. At least I like to think of it as our jog. It’s not like we actually run together, but in close proximity in separate universes. It is hard to remember the days when...
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I honestly don't know why I am telling you this. I have nothing to gain. I swore to carry this knowledge with me to my grave, to keep my life a secret, but now I feel you must know. I pray...