The First Punch

At this point, does it matter who threw the first punch? Hey, girl!  Whatchu doin’?  Me?  Nothin’.  Just walkin’. A carefree night.  Not a worry in the world.  March Madness is brewing in the heavy Florida air.  All of a sudden I’ve got a craving for something sweet.  Pull on my hoodie, stuff my cellphone... Continue Reading →

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