They are still with us, the shoes. Tan-colored Rockports. Size tens. We have put them in a box and left them in the corner of a cupboard, although the reason why we have kept them is still mysterious to me. On September 11th my father-in-law was in Tower One of the World Trade Center. MiraculouslyRead more..
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A bawdy romance from the author of Angela’s Ashes. ℘℘℘ When he awoke that morning Mordecai O’Callaghan found himself in such a desperate state of tumescence he immediately thought of Nora Moynihan down the road. Nora Moynihan, down the road, awakening at the same time, found herself in such a desperate state of lubriciousness sheRead more..