
29/05/2025
Fortunate Sons by Cleve Lamison
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By the time we reached the eleventh floor, my chest heaved like I was a drowning man chasing the surface. Estella had been nagging me for weeks to get some exercise. I gripped the bannister to keep from sliding back down. “Jesus, Dad” Jack’s words swirled through a cloud of frosty breath. “Y...