Pre-Thanksgiving Leftovers – I Shoot My Mouth Off

Last serving of leftovers!

In this final part of the trilogy, I am invited to Thanksgiving dinner by the cranberry sauce making girlfriend that I did not kill.

Young me was a quiet, respectful guy. I never talked myself into a bad spot. And then there was that Thanksgiving. Love, death, cranberries and an inexplicable verbal outburst combined. The result was me learning what “time to leave” looked like.

The final portion of this trilogy, first published last year – Everyone Loved Dorcas.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.


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