The Widow It was the middle of April and mr bartholamew was out walking his little Yorkshire terrier taffie .His wife had died about a year before this moment .He looked bedraggled every time he walked in the mini market." How you doing mr bartholamew ?"said the counter lady. All of a sudden he was tugged back .he looked around and there was nothing there...when he got up a tin of soup
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