Mick had stopped and was standing bug-eyed amidst the overgrown straw of a long forgotten front lawn when he started to feel funny.
As the sweat began to surface, he pulled a crusty handkerchief out of his back pocket and haphazardly patted his furrowed brow.
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(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
Mytwosentences 
Did I detect a third sentence? Perhaps not. I am enticed to read on whenever I visit. Thank you once more.
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I appreciate that Dr. Mary. Thank You so much.
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