“I’m not paranoid!” Neil snapped, annoyed at the man walking next to him. “I know what you’re thinking, and I don’t care! Does that sound paranoid to you?” His companion kept his opinion to himself and kept going. He was the epitomy of long-suffering patience, his once square jaw gone rounded and his temples gray.Continue reading “Paranoid”
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Tales of a Tired Daddy 