The Passing

Snowing again. Tony took another sip of his bourbon. Perfect night for getting quietly potted. His cat Merlin rubbed against his ankle and meowed. “Hello, pretty one.” He took the cue and sat in his chair in the living room. Merlin immediately hopped up onto his lap and exposed his tummy for scratches. “I’m glad […]
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Published on February 22, 2017 07:14
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