"This is the last straw," Alma said. She had just opened the mail at the kitchen table.   Sitting opposite, Walter peered over the top of his newspaper. "What straw is that?"   "It's anothe ...  [+]

He had a diploma. He had ideas. He had time on his hands. He started a blog.

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