Ghosts Can Take Many Forms

"Wabigoon shook his head. "Those girls, hitchhiking. No choice, eh? The buses don't run up north anymore. You hear that old joke about the Anishnabe woman hitchhiking? She gets into a truck and there's a big bottle of booze in the passenger seat.  'Got that for my old man' the driver says. And the Anishnabe... Continue Reading →

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