Things I’ve Misheard You Say, Pt 1
We were laying on opposite ends of the couch, reading by different lights. You looked up. “I’ll bury you,” you said. “You’ll what?” I asked delightedly. You …
We were laying on opposite ends of the couch, reading by different lights. You looked up. “I’ll bury you,” you said. “You’ll what?” I asked delightedly. You …
Is that the chicken is still in my fridge, untouched after Dennis packed it in tin foil for me to drive home, a week and …
After we’d slaughtered the chickens and pulled out their insides, there was nothing to do but go home. I spray-hosed the clots of blood and …
“Don’t do this,” he told me. “You’ll regret it. Why chickens? Honestly that’s the worst animal you could have chosen.” “Really? But they’re like, small and …
“When you’re around, I feel like the Grinch at the end of the story” I said. “You feel like . . . the Grinch?” he said. “Oh, …
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