Here’s another of these.
A bright Christmas day; Evelyn folded
grandma’s hat into Jake’s knapsack, left, made no obvious plans, quietly
regretted such timely unhappiness, vanished with xylophone/youth/zebra.
And another.
Andrew! Bring Charlie down!
Eh?
Fuck. Get here immediately!
Just kissing lovely Mary….
Not obligatory!
Please…..
Quick!!
Right…. Sorry…
Thank Uncle Villy!
Why? Xxxxxxx….
Yiddish Zealot!
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