THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 8
Aug 13, 2022
1 minute
PAT BUTLER DYSON
IDING MY BIKE EARLY THAT morning, I spotted him slowly making his way across the road. I knew he might not make it. Should. I knew what I needed to do. I rode home as fast as I could, grabbed an old towel to pick him up, got in my car, and drove to where I last saw him.
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