Nathan D. Johnson

FEATURED FICTION

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I would’ve bolted right then. Except Ezekiel said, just as I tried to get away, “I hope it’s a nice

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And by then it was too late to stop my parade down the aisle! Proud fool that I was, I

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You can imagine the sour state we received Mrs. Lewis in when she came bobbing down the steps of the

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As if looking good was so much to ask! Daddy was yelling his lungs up downstairs but I bet that’s