Short Story: We MUST Be The EGGS
He can still recall the moment – the moment he knew when he’d fallen as far as he was supposed to fall. You never know – until you do. He remembers that too. Remembers thinking that he never expected to know that it was his time to stop falling, to get up, to pick himself up – but it presented itself. Very clearly. Very quickly.
He was in jail. Well, not…
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