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Clare Briggs
Clare Briggs is a famous cartoonist who lived from 1875 to 1930. Poems by Wilbur Nesbitt.
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They were doing the thing where they were goading each other into getting as close to the house as they could and then there was a loud *CRACK*.Report
There were a couple places like this in my hometown, at least before gentrification. As kids, when we walked by we always told ourselves little stories, both to frighten and to reassure…Report