The Image/Memoir Writing Challenge: 'Dating Death' | Two Drops of Ink: A Literary Blog
Friday night, the night I lived for, the night I would always party and hang out with friends. I grew up a heathen; I never knew that life was any different. I thought everyone partied on the weekend. I never knew about two parent homes, mowed lawns, family cars, Golden retrievers, or a Bible on the table...
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