theinsomniacbookhoarder

Musings on Life and my Love of The Printed Word.

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Shiloh was like the son I never intended to have. Funny, how unexpected things just become come and bring out the light,of our once ignorant thoughts. He was by far one of my fondest memory in my mediocre 60 years of existence. The boy was a machine, a sponge; to eager and too adventurous, even for his own good. But, like many of his child-like impulses and impatient candor, his heart was in the right place. 

I believed in that sentiment even now as he sat opposite next to me, in an orange jumpsuit. Our line of intimacy cut off by a transparent glass in between…

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