chivalry in fiction: flash, one word, etc.

  • Aug. 14, 2013, 8:19 a.m.
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He came to my rescue, climbing the tower that was my mother’s alcoholism, and falling down. He landed hard, and threw up all over the seats of his ’67 Chevelle and since someone had to put him to bed, I thought it might as well be me.


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