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The year I was in 7th grade, he rolled in around noon on Christmas Day, hat and hair askew — his cap always got twisted sideways when he tied one on. Freshly released from the drunk tank, he proudly presented an unwrapped plastic hairbrush from the drugstore as a special gift for his only child before he wandered off to the shed for another beer.
Conni Walkup Hull
Marcus aka Gregory Maidman
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My heart just sank a bit.
Living 17,043rd human life. I am Marcus (universal name) or you may call me Greg; a deep thinker; an explorer of ideas and the mind.
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