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“…I’ve said this time and time again. Dogs are god’s most noble creatures.” “Here we go again”, said Charlie.  “Dammit, I don’t want to hear this again.”  Charlie and Kermit were sitting, as per the usual, in their old lawn chairs.  They sat daily each summer in

“The Pastor’s wife killed him?”   Though shocked, Clarice directed these words at her husband, John, with a measured tone. He had stated the news so matter of factly as they ate their stew at the small table in a small room.  The words had fallen out of his mouth

TS:  So tell me of this memory you have. The one that has no obvious connection to the remainder of your life?  You mentioned it briefly to me the other day when we were eating at Baja Fuentes. You said you had this weird experience in Mexico.  You said it

The winner sat in the dust.  His final foe vanquished. While the title fight was ultimately to be “the last surviving human on planet earth”, the bout also had an undercard over an old package of Debby’s powdered donuts. After the blood and mayhem, the winner felt they tasted

“Yeah, yeah, I’m telling you, something is wrong. Damn wrong.” You mean, wrong as in not quite explainable?  Or do you mean wrong as in morally wrong? “I mean the former, I think.  I get them mixed up.  The order… former/latter… what i mean is wrong as in

Barb?  Barb?  Hello, It’s me.  Mildred. I guess you’re not going to come to the door. I just thought I’d stop by.  See if you need anything. You know? I heard the news.  I’m sorry. Barb? Barb? Are you there? It’s me Mildred. I’m