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''Hold your noise!'' cried a terrible voice, as a man started up from among the graves at the side of the church porch. ''Keep still, you little devil, or I'll cut your throat!'' A fearful man, all in coarse gray, with a great iron on his leg. A man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and with an old rag tied round his head. A man who had been soaked in water, and smothered in mud, and lamed by stones, and cut by flints, and stung by nettles, and torn by briars; who limped, and shivered, and glared, and growled; and whose teeth chattered in his head as he seized me by the chin. ''Oh! Don't cut my throat, sir,'' I pleaded in terror. ''Pray don't do it, sir.'' ''Tell us your name!'' said the man. ''Quick!'' ''Pip, sir.'' ''Once more,'' said the man, staring at me. ''Give it mouth!'' ''Pip. Pip, sir.'' ''Show us where you live,'' said the man. ''Pint out the place!'' I pointed to where our village lay, on the flat in-shore among the alder-trees and pollards, a mile or more from the church. The man, after looking at me for a moment, turned me upside down, and emptied my pockets. There was nothing in them but a piece of bread. When the church came to itself,—for he was so sudden and strong that he made it go head over heels before me, and I saw the steeple under my feet,—when the church came to itself, I say, I was seated on a high tombstone, trembling while he ate the bread ravenously.

Bwip and Break

March 29th, 2016 | by Trae Dorn

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Ten Years. ( June 19th 2020 )

Ten years ago today I stood across from Crysta Colangelo in a chapel in Glacier Hills Park in Washington County. Ten years ago we got married. Ten pretty freaking awesome years.

Right now as we buckle down during a global pandemic, every day I thank the gods that she's the one I spend my days with. I can't imagine going through this with anyone else at my side.

So much has changed since we got married -- we're both different people than who we were back then. But as we've grown, we've grown together. For every challenge that has come in front of us, we've tackled it as a team. I count myself as lucky every day because of it.

We celebrated our anniversary early back in May with a week in a cabin on a lake up near Phillips, WI -- and tonight we probably won't do anything more than order a nice delivery dinner and watch Netflix in the living room.

But any time I get to spend with Crysta is special no matter what day it is.

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