IT'S A HARD AND
BITTER STORY,
MARIE, AND I CAN'T
SEE A THING
Why are you putting out donuts and
coffee for this motley crowd? This
isn't quite a funeral, though it should
probably be. I want to go with God.
I want to win a lottery and live like
a King. Are either of those things the
same, at all. What do you think?
Tell me.
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Yes, Wednesday will be good. The
antique store is opening special;
he's usually closed on Wednesdays
but here is making an exception for
this thirty-thousand dollar purchase.
The guy said it was Custer's gun,
and so of course I believed him.
It wouldn't matter anyway, I'm so
gullible like that. As my dead
old grandma used to say : 'A
blind man on a galloping
horse wouldn't see no
difference anyway.'
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