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There were plenty of nights when I questioned whether I was doing enough or getting anything right. Looking back now, I can trace everything that happened to a single decision I made on an ordinary October evening. #15

The porch light flickered in October, casting a thin yellow ring on the wood. I came home from a double shift smelling of sawdust and motor oil, with my front …

There were plenty of nights when I questioned whether I was doing enough or getting anything right. Looking back now, I can trace everything that happened to a single decision I made on an ordinary October evening. #15 Read More
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There were plenty of nights when I questioned whether I was doing enough or getting anything right. Looking back now, I can trace everything that happened to a single decision I made on an ordinary October evening. #16

The porch light flickered in October, casting a thin yellow ring on the wood. I came home from a double shift smelling of sawdust and motor oil, with my front …

There were plenty of nights when I questioned whether I was doing enough or getting anything right. Looking back now, I can trace everything that happened to a single decision I made on an ordinary October evening. #16 Read More
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There were plenty of nights when I questioned whether I was doing enough or getting anything right. Looking back now, I can trace everything that happened to a single decision I made on an ordinary October evening. #17

The porch light flickered in October, casting a thin yellow ring on the wood. I came home from a double shift smelling of sawdust and motor oil, with my front …

There were plenty of nights when I questioned whether I was doing enough or getting anything right. Looking back now, I can trace everything that happened to a single decision I made on an ordinary October evening. #17 Read More
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There were plenty of nights when I questioned whether I was doing enough or getting anything right. Looking back now, I can trace everything that happened to a single decision I made on an ordinary October evening. #18

The porch light flickered in October, casting a thin yellow ring on the wood. I came home from a double shift smelling of sawdust and motor oil, with my front …

There were plenty of nights when I questioned whether I was doing enough or getting anything right. Looking back now, I can trace everything that happened to a single decision I made on an ordinary October evening. #18 Read More
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There were plenty of nights when I questioned whether I was doing enough or getting anything right. Looking back now, I can trace everything that happened to a single decision I made on an ordinary October evening. #19

The porch light flickered in October, casting a thin yellow ring on the wood. I came home from a double shift smelling of sawdust and motor oil, with my front …

There were plenty of nights when I questioned whether I was doing enough or getting anything right. Looking back now, I can trace everything that happened to a single decision I made on an ordinary October evening. #19 Read More
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There were plenty of nights when I questioned whether I was doing enough or getting anything right. Looking back now, I can trace everything that happened to a single decision I made on an ordinary October evening. #4

The porch light flickered in October, casting a thin yellow ring on the wood. I came home from a double shift smelling of sawdust and motor oil, with my front …

There were plenty of nights when I questioned whether I was doing enough or getting anything right. Looking back now, I can trace everything that happened to a single decision I made on an ordinary October evening. #4 Read More
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There were plenty of nights when I questioned whether I was doing enough or getting anything right. Looking back now, I can trace everything that happened to a single decision I made on an ordinary October evening. #5

The porch light flickered in October, casting a thin yellow ring on the wood. I came home from a double shift smelling of sawdust and motor oil, with my front …

There were plenty of nights when I questioned whether I was doing enough or getting anything right. Looking back now, I can trace everything that happened to a single decision I made on an ordinary October evening. #5 Read More
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There were plenty of nights when I questioned whether I was doing enough or getting anything right. Looking back now, I can trace everything that happened to a single decision I made on an ordinary October evening. #6

The porch light flickered in October, casting a thin yellow ring on the wood. I came home from a double shift smelling of sawdust and motor oil, with my front …

There were plenty of nights when I questioned whether I was doing enough or getting anything right. Looking back now, I can trace everything that happened to a single decision I made on an ordinary October evening. #6 Read More
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There were plenty of nights when I questioned whether I was doing enough or getting anything right. Looking back now, I can trace everything that happened to a single decision I made on an ordinary October evening. #7

The porch light flickered in October, casting a thin yellow ring on the wood. I came home from a double shift smelling of sawdust and motor oil, with my front …

There were plenty of nights when I questioned whether I was doing enough or getting anything right. Looking back now, I can trace everything that happened to a single decision I made on an ordinary October evening. #7 Read More
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There were plenty of nights when I questioned whether I was doing enough or getting anything right. Looking back now, I can trace everything that happened to a single decision I made on an ordinary October evening. #8

The porch light flickered in October, casting a thin yellow ring on the wood. I came home from a double shift smelling of sawdust and motor oil, with my front …

There were plenty of nights when I questioned whether I was doing enough or getting anything right. Looking back now, I can trace everything that happened to a single decision I made on an ordinary October evening. #8 Read More