“I’m exhausted, Freddy. I mean it. I feel the sweat running down my back. This suit is way to heavy for a warm day like this.” His helper, Deanna, a young woman, dressed as an elf, stood nearby, listening. She…
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Why was he late? This was the fifth trolley car that stopped on the corner of fourth street and the avenue. Each time a yellow trolley stopped, five or six people got off. One time...
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