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TEARS IN MY ALGABEER
universe let me win? just once? let me exer-cise the gift the impulse the fiery urge that’d been put into me? Why? Why? Why?
The tears came back. Clean honest mourning now. My beef with life was legit. My dreams had met reality, and reality had kicked my a*s.
After I dunked my head to wash away the salt tracks, I got out of the tub and found fresh blue jeans, buttoned on a flannel and got some of the coffee that Algie had also prepared. Then I went outside, into one of the sheds on our property. This was how I was going to tell Algie. I pulled the tarp off, checked the battery, and fired up the trike.
I felt the presence behind me.
“The engine sounded wrong when you rolled up.”
“Was Derek Ajam give me a lift in his old Minotaur.”
“Figured, when it drove off
