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Being a widower is no picnic. Sure, the pension money is nice (what’s left of it), but then there’s just�loneliness. You, yourself, and that damn front door with all of those�scalawag�salesmen. No, I don’t want to buy a graveyard plot or a dictionary. Yes, I’ve found Jesus, right here in my fist. Care to feel his wrath? Get off my ...

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