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Joy is found in aching hands.

Chasing lazy days through blissful toiling.

Growing worlds in my dream garden.

Chapter 1 “Suicide is man’s way of telling god, you can’t fire me, I quit.” -Bill Maher No one cared about Lial Gordon, but you might have never guessed if you had seen his funeral. A heard of socialites gathered around his grave. A silk handkerchief dabbed an eye here and there. A eulogy fit for the President was poetically read, and dozens of white roses were tossed with a dramatic and well-practiced sympathy. Lial smiled and rolled back on his heels. He looked a little too smug for a dead ...

Chapter 1 No one cared about Lial Gordon, but you might have never known if you had seen his funeral. Masses of weeping ladies were being comforted. A silk handkerchief dabbed an eye here and there. A eulogy fit for the President was poetically read, and dozens of white roses were tossed with a dramatic and well-practiced sympathy. Lial smiled and rolled back on his heels. He looked a little too smug to be a dead man, but he was a dead man just the same. “Pigs!” he snorted. “I don’t know half...