Adventures of an Organizer

So I’m working with HS late afternoon Saturday. Up in Heron’s Cove (By the way, all names are fictional). Kinda out there in the middle of it’s-a-small-town nowhere. And we’re doing our thing, clearing a cabinet. Knickknacks, memorabilia, tools, sewing notions. And a bullet. Big ‘ol thing, good three inches long. And live. I don’t…

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