March 2011
6 posts
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pluh ‘Jerrers!’ she yelled into the portable phone. ‘Jerrers, you fucking adulterous bastard! How do you open the hood on the Saab!’ 2 p.m. The last remaining tiny bathmat of security has been pulled from under my feet. Magnanimous offer to pay caring surprise visit met by odd-sounding Dad on end of phone.
