a short story about wrestling with God by Keith Manos Dad yells, “Get in here, Dallas. You have to see this kid.” I drop my spoon in the bowl where a few limp noodles linger in the slimy broth, my dinner on this Thursday evening, and trudge reluctantly into the living room. “What … Continue reading Eight Over
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