I hardly ever finish stories anymore…

I just write paragraphs…

Is there a folk remedy for everything?Noah asked himself. It seemed that everyone he met had his or her own, unique solution to what was wrong with him.

        “Do this,” one man offered. Noah was limping his way through the mall to the pharmacy when the man stopped him. Noah recognized him as being one of regulars at a bar he frequented. The kind of guy you know but thank God he didn’t know you’re name. This didn’t stop the guy from dropping on all fours and performing an exercise that looked curiously like one half of the missionary position.

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