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The Jazz Club

I climbed down a granite stairwell that was cool to the touch. The trumpet’s blare grew louder with each step, glancing off the walls of the narrow corridor.
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Barbour Jackets
Notice how I didn’t pick one? That’s because I can’t. If I had to pick an end of the world outfit (something that looks more likely with each passing day) it would undoubtedly be anchored by a Barbour jacket.
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For Whom the Bell Tolls Review
I feel extremely unqualified to give an opinion on such a prolific author, especially one who I admire so much. But, as this website is about those unqualified opinions, here are my thoughts.