Bridge By Patrick T. Reardon My first job landed on me like a ton of children on my four-hundred-and-twenty-eighth day. It began with my brother. Two sisters followed. Two more brothers. Eight more sisters. The first leads, shepherds, guardians, models, corrects, parents, loves. I watch in Burger King as the oldest girl has
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