Beemer cursed. Two words. Two syllables. A mental rimshot inside Greg Beem’s skull. The simple phrase was perfectly descriptive, and summed up just about every seminal moment of the Beemer’s twenty-nine years. The curse described a moment that was, in truth, formative. Beemer could catalogue his life with his very own cursed moments. … I […]
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