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“What are you going to write about today?” asked Hot Firefighter Husband. “I don’t know,” I said. Then the Diva bullied me into taking her to a friend’s house and I took a sharp turn out of the friend’s driveway and rolled over the boulders the friend’s parents had carefully placed at the edge of the [...] Undercooked brownies rest like sludge in the belly. The Pterodactyl has secured an old microwave popcorn bag, taped it up and put a slit in the side. It’s where he keeps his growing collection of Lady Gaga pictures. The Tyrant put a stick of butter in her lunch box this morning and pronounced it, “breakfast.” I [...] The Pterodactyl said, “Would you like to visit The Beautiful Place of Peace and Crickets?” Who wouldn’t? It was dusk, which Hot Firefighter Husband likes to call the gloaming when he wants to feel high brow. The Pterodactyl had been puttering around on the back deck in his bright yellow shark pajamas and a pair [...] |
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