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Bonanza on Sundays
We watched Bonanza on Sundays. I always liked Adam the best, even then having a penchant for dark, sexy men who would leave. Mom slipped whiskey in her tea when we watched Bonanza on Sundays, the sweet, smoky lapsang souchong smelling like my Dad's aftershave. His scent lingered after he left, rising off the couch cushions as we watched Bonanza on Sundays. I kept his comb in my pocket. If I hear that corny theme song my chest will shudder and tighten against the loss long held at bay. We watched Bonanza on Sundays. Form: Quatern Prompts: a family event, use your five senses Written for: "Invalid Item"
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