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Dusty Old Bones Paul Francais Merron sat down at an old bar. Kyle, his right hand man, sat down beside him. "Two whiskeys, please." Paul, interestingly enough, wore a pair of leather chaps over his denim pants. The female behind the bar kindly fetched two glasses of debatable cleanliness. The drinks were poured and set before the two young men. "Thank you kindly," Kyle said in a voice still ragged from the dirt and grit of the road. Paul nodded sweetly to the woman, and placed a hDusty Old Bones
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Childbirth Paul Merron stood leaning against the frame of a very old window. A woman behind him, sprawled on a bed, was giving birth. Laced curtains dangled in front of him. The frills of the fancy things taunted him and left a cold feeling. The second day of November was warmer than the first. Blinding sunlight poured the blistering white landscape. The year was of little consequence, though Paul would remember this day for the rest of his life. He appeared no more than eighteen, with a long dark mess of hair, which was prChildbirth
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Frigid Sunlight Paul Merron again sat on his roof. The sky was on fire. God was at work again, painting sunlight over all creation. It was a warmer day, at least. And the heavy sense of loneliness had been lifted from his shoulders. The pain and aggression of the world was temporarily removed from him, and a sense of peace washed over him. He sat on the same slate roof as before. Watching the same landscape transform under the growing sunlight. She slipped a bit on theFrigid Sunlight
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Scent of a Woman Paul Francais Merron sat on his roof. The old slate shingles shifted each time he moved, as well as making the roof difficult to navigate. He'd always planned to repair the leaky old roof but never managed. He wasn't as handy as he liked to think. And there he sat, alone in the cold air. It was late February and the air was cold enough on it's own. But with the heavy breeze tearing through his clothing, the cold, dry air felt at least ten degrees cooler. Merron was decked out, wearing thrScent of a Woman
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