#SixSunday 36 Forsaking the Prize-Part 6

Ok, where did the week go? No idea? Me either. Not a terribly productive week for me words wise. I usually like to plan my time off but sometimes shite happens and before you know it you’re at Sunday again. LOL Good thing I like Sundays so much. However, you’re not here to listen to me waffle about how time is speeding up. You’re here to read my humble offering for Six Sentence Sunday. So without further ado ….

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“He’s your son, right down to the perfect sweep of hair across his ears. He has our mothers’ dimples. There is no one left to be angry with.”

Leopold raked his hands through his hair. “Damn him. No wonder you wrote what you did.”

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I really appreciate everyone who reads and comments each week, and those visiting my blog for the first time. You will find amazing authors participating in Six Sunday by visiting the host site, Six Sentence Sunday and by searching for #sixsunday via Twitter.

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