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Jazz in the time of Blitzkrieg

Although the shrieking scream of the V2 rocket was receding, Billy was left trembling, in the drafty hollow apartment. He felt, more than heard, the low thud of the missile hitting the ground, if...

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The Attic

“All my life you have been choosing everything for me. The clothes I wear, the food I eat, people who I hang out with, even what subjects should I study at school. Everything. You...