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  I married young, and had two perfect daughters, but my marriage was far from perfect. We had been young and in love. I was entering the community college and Denise was starting her senior year when we decided to tie the knot. Her family’s ready acceptance of me was a huge factor – the family I’d never had, making me feel like a real member of theirs. I can admit it now; I probably loved being a part of the family as much as I loved Denise. Our split up was inevitable, two teenagers who knew nothing about life thinking their infatuation with each other would make everything else workout. I wasn’t an all-star, super jock, Rhodes Scholar with a 12″ swinging dick. I was just your average student, A’s and B’s, spending some bench time on the football team to get my letter, and losing my virginity at 18 to the girl I’d eventually marry. When times got rough, we didn’t know how to handle it, and struck out at each other. Her family often stepped in and helped out when they could, but time

  The room had the scent of freshness about it, a nice change from the heavier, musty smell of her old apartment. Tara held a cardboard box with all her more intimate belongings – the kinds of things she wouldn’t want the movers to find if they ‘accidently’ took a peek inside the box labeled “PERSONAL” with large black marker. “That’d give them too much of a thrill,”  Tara smiled to herself as she surveyed her new surroundings. She found the apartment a few days before, and immediately she knew she had to have it.  The hardwood main floor opened up into a spacious living room from which connected a small white kitchen complete with dividing counter-space. A bathroom with shower and bathtub were opposite, and nearby led into her new bedroom – white walls and spacious floor waiting to be filled. Tara stepped into the empty bedroom, the “PERSONAL” box cradled in her arms. The movers weren’t due to arrive for another hour, and in the meantime Tara had little else to do. She had taken the d

  Gregory Hopkins had a missing dragon to deal with. He’d taken a different approach to the problem than he normally did, cutting through the park on his way home from school. Still, there was no doubt about it. He knew the first time he saw those beautiful green lawns. All that empty space was missing something and that something was possibly an army of elves or, more likely, a dragon. Without weighing the risks of  s uch an endeavour as finding a missing dragon upon a park lawn during the English summer; he sat down beneath a large oak tree, plucked his sketch pad out of his bag and got to work. Drawing what was already there was easy enough.  The trees in the distance, the flower bed in the foreground and the small caretaker’s house to the far left soon materialised upon his blank sheet of paper. Only then was the true challenge upon him. The first order of business in finding a dragon in an empty field is to understand how such a creature might fall to rest there. The outline took