For Preston, clear emotion was the unusual presence of a minute droplet of moisture formed at the socket of his typically steadfast soul.
Dismissing this brief display as if matter-of-factly dealing cards for the next game of solitaire, he carefully checked each window one last time and cautiously got out of the cab to get a scoping view of his property.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 145)
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
Mytwosentences 
Like how that sounds, looking forward to learning more about Preston
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You are very kind. Thank You so much.
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Preston!! More please 😃
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Haha! Thank You so very much for your wonderful enthusiasm.
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Loving this story ❤️ Can not wait for more!!
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Thank You Nelly. Preston’s story will be told.
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Foreboding and a mysterious air about the scene. . . Nicely written!
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Thank You so much. I honestly appreciate that.
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I’ve said it before, but you have a WAY with words! Delightful!
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Your kindness melts me. Thank You so very much.
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My deceased Nana loved solitaire and canasta and taught me both games.
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Thank You for sharing Dr. Mary. I truly appreciate it.
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Your two pithy sentences evoke many memories of my family as this one did. You are welcome.
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