THE BRIDGE OVER BEER RIVER
BY TERRY TIERNEY
The End of the World
I hear about the end of the world from my landlady. Chelsea wakes me up on Saturday morning with a knock on my door, standing there smirking with an ironic, detached look in her e…
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