A Dog Hanging On Your

Last night, I made tortillas. In this light, their plight is tragic, their end foretold. It is too bad they were born delicious.

Last night, I made tortillas. In this light, their plight is tragic, their end foretold. It is too bad they were born delicious.

In this life, we are all broken, but some of us hold onto salsa to the end.

In this life, we are all broken, but some of us hold onto salsa to the end.

When There’s Nothing To Be

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After dinner, Pete and I take walks around the tiny town. People watch us, but they usually don’t speak. Tonight, a woman walking a giant poodle started talking to us from half a block away about a metal children’s car in an antique store window. Pete makes her omelets all the time at the restaurant. He says her politeness is confusing in a local.

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Pete didn’t hear the alarm this morning, but I got up and immediately felt nervous. This feeling followed me through the day. By the early evening, I was jumping out of my skin. The doorbell rang. Through the front door, I saw my nephew. He said, I forgot yesterday was Monday. I said, Me too!

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