South Seattle Fiction Writers – skill building and critique

I'd already picked out a birthday card for him at Dahlie's over in Castle Green. I cried when I heard, and I cried more at the funeral, and I couldn't believe that Dennis was gone, that anyone that used to knuckle my head or scare me with a rubber spider until I cried or give me a kiss when I fell down and scraped both knees bloody and whisper in my ear, 'Now stop cryin', ya baby!'--that a ... ................
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