A Beast Moves In

THE BEAST MOVES IN The big black beast came to live in our home when I was six years old. Tarnished, scratched and needing repair, the beast snarled while entertaining us. Becoming a part of our family, we accepted its deficiencies. A mangled coat hanger created rabbit ears for improved reception and a butter knife…

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