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Bedtime story (continued)

But that was all right, because they were adults who, of course, knew what to do. (that’s a paradox, kiddies— tell a nearby adult what it means.) Meanwhile, back inside the house, Grandmother and grandfather were cackling like fried chicken … Continue reading

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wet

crouching under a medium umbrella during a downpour is guaranteed to wet a few things, mainly your bum and the clothing there-attached at least that’s what I did while poaching for the cat: I was coaxing her to come out … Continue reading

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Gordian knots

I am becoming the guy I used to dread standing behind at the supermarket cash the guy whose arthritic fingers and swollen brain couldn’t untangle the knots of coins in his little change pouch to fetch thirty-eight cents while trying … Continue reading

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