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Sweets
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Starting to feel the weight of his forties, Sherman embarks on a trip to where he figures everything comes out in the wash: an addicts anonymous meeting. He strikes up a conversation with a complete stranger who turns out to not only know who he is, but aspects of his past. Together, they opt for the road well-traveled and find out sometimes wishes don't wind up at the truth they expected. 

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PublisherAbe Vanian
Release dateDec 23, 2022
ISBN9798215382097
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Abe Vanian

First of their name, last of their kind. An unabashed lover of all things owls. Older, but hardly wiser, Abe enjoys how black is the night. 

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    Sweets - Abe Vanian

    Sweets

    Abe Vanian

    Published by Abe Vanian, 2022.

    This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

    SWEETS

    First edition. December 23, 2022.

    Copyright © 2022 Abe Vanian.

    ISBN: 979-8215382097

    Written by Abe Vanian.

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    I had the dream with the cats again. The one where I spent all day checking every room. Made sure I could find each one and none of them got out. The basement door left open meant I had to look under the steps or behind Dad’s lumber pile. I don’t even know why the dream took place in the house where I grew up. Somewhere I hadn’t lived in twenty years. A place I could recall every inch of, I suppose. Every place a kitty cat could hide. Or hurt herself.

    I hurt myself a good bit living in that house. Sure, I saw the same bumps and scrapes any boy would as part of growing up. Skinned knees and palms from dozens of spills off a bike before and after the training wheels. Every time a took a corner too fast and ran into a table or a chair. Scrapes I earned out of nonsense. I never hid under the stairs or behind Dad’s lumber pile. Maybe a closet. Under Mom and Dad’s bed. Even so, bruises could find me anywhere in that place.

    When I went to a meeting, I always sat in the back. I didn’t want to share. Just listen. Over

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