The Swapped Heir
long time after Mr
en years, the ones I' d alre
llege, the only one from my
shifts at the diner, the smell
the motel on weekends
r Bill
othes, a chance to play foot
more, siding with Earl and Sue-Ellen in
r pangs I' d ignored s
the soles flapped, so h
y folded and put away, t
r deaths, swapped me for Tiffany, and
l, when I was no longer "us
y was viv
was still there, but now it
was a tool, e
were
hings would
wouldn't be
e one pulling
satisfaction, not yet.
taken my
get the chance
or what they did. Ev
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