‘We are the sum of our mistakes, aren’t we?’ exclaimed my Uncle Jerry bitterly as he shuffled through yellowing folios and disintegrating documents written in
Prologue… A young man is attempting to commit suicide until the arrival of a very special person. A young man on the edge Office
Tom held the old 303 rifle across his knees and wept. His sobs shook his body as he rested his head upon his hands on
‘Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.’ Caesar was dead. Mark Antony, dressed in regulation toga, addressed the crowd. I was amongst them, a willing
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