by Bernard Soubry
"Harold! But you were dead!" Magdalene cried, her expression teetering between joy and confusion.
Harold struggled to find words. The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated, maybe. Or No, I got better, thanks. Or... oh, screw it. He would say what came to mind.
He worked at his revived mouth.
"Braaaains," he intoned.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Honey, I'm Home
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Ah this is a gem. Thank you.
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