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Bourbon On The Rocks #109


So much of Milton's and my past was playing on a movie screen in my head as I drove to the restaurant. I saw all the times we got in trouble in school and Milton took the blame for it all, even though I was reluctantly a part of it. I remembered him as an arrogant little punk always looking out for number one. But my memories had obviously been corrupted over the years.

He was arrogant, even as a young child. And he had a dishonest streak running through him.

But he was also a dedicated friend. My friend...

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