Haley asked:
I remember in my childhood my best friend, Michelle , used to take the plastic soda bottles that were on the banks of the Ohio River at my grandmothers house and put messages in them. She put twigs in them when we were four. I wonder if anyone ever got our letters [...]
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How does this story sound?
Do you know the Ragman?
Dave asked:
I saw a strange sight. I stumbled upon a story most strange, like nothing my life, my street sense, my sly tongue had ever prepared me for. Hush, child. Hush, now, and I will tell it to you.
Even before the dawn one Friday morning I noticed a young man, handsome and strong, walking [...]