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That’s what August is
Harmony came into the kitchen wearing a white vest top and nothing else, singing something about Billy Joe Macalister jumping off a bridge. You’re chirpy, I said.
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Seventy-Six Trombones
I was at the funeral of a venerable member of the community. We had known each other since childhood and they thought we were friends, but in truth I couldn’t stand the old sod.
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slag monkey
The station guard was standing under a billboard in which a blonde model in a white bikini sipped a cocktail through a straw.
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Something not so new
All night they had argued. It started way earlier even before they were drunk, and now they were walking home still arguing, and their heads were buzzing because the music was loud in the club.
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Little Flame
My new cooker was delivered today, but I had to send it back. I needed a new cooker because the old one had little pictures of flames around the knobs for turning the gas up and down…
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