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A Beautiful Day to Die 3746
A Beautiful Day to Die
The birds were singing their best aria; the gentle breeze in from the lake carried the smell of pine needles and sunshine. Spring in New Hampshire is a gift to all those who survived the frozen winter.
I’m Calvin Crowell and live in a small cottage on Canobie Lake NH. At 30 years old I’m not doing to badly. I weigh in at 135 pounds at 5ft. 9inches and am very active. I sell real estate in Cambridge MA. The drive back and forth to work everyday is a bitch, but the benefits of living in NH are worth the extra efforts. My wife and I met at a night club where we both worked and later stayed together.
Being a late riser I start off grumpy, but to get into work on time I must leave my house before 7:30AM
We’re rushing to get dressed for work this morning, as usual. If I’m late my boss gives me a hard time all day. Carefully keeping the bedroom door closed so my sister in law won’t see me dressing, I rush around the room. My sister-in-law is 16 years old and a bit of a problem. She’s staying with us for a few days and sleeping downstairs in the living room. If she looks up she will be able to see right into the bedroom. Her life right now is falling apart. She is living on the street in her home town of Cambridge MA and nothing is coming easy for her. She just quit school and is out of control. No one can get through to her yet. That’s what I’m hoping this week-end will do.
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