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Uncle Bill’s Blue Truck It’s a picture perfect day. The fragrant, spring breeze stretches out to caress the azure skies. The children are out armed with, Little Hearts and Ginger ale.
Uncle Bill’s Blue Truck It’s a picture perfect day. The fragrant, spring breeze stretches out to caress the azure skies. The children are out armed with, Little Hearts and Ginger ale.
They are basking in the stunning glory of a sky full of stars. Akram pours a third glass of Cabernet Sauvignon into Enya’s glass. Enya, slightly tipsy giggles, as Akram gently pushes her locks behind her ear and kisses the nape of her neck. They first met, as gangly teenagers. Enya was a new at school and Akram was a grade senior. He took her on a school tour and what happened thereafter is history. Fifty odd years…