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by J. Ray Paradiso
But not the cardboard kind, stacked HIGH under a “FREE” sign, near the back door of Barney’s Cigar Barn. The kind that shelters shoddy smokes that smell and taste like “BEWARE OF RACOONS.”
A box, more like the Kon-Tiki expedition kind in the 1947 journey by raft across the Pacific Ocean from South America to the [...] |