Water dripping somewhere in this old home. I know now why they told us never by a place by the sea. The bird shit is growing higher by the day. And so is the shit at work we create every time we pass in the hallways.
She laughs at him and points her finger, as if they were in grade school again. My Uncles wife sits weeping in the corner begging to go home. And still she clings to some hope they will find a cure for her cancer.
Bert sat next to Thomas at the dinner table, what a crock. Both men have been sucking each other for years. The family wasn't suppose to know. But as luck would have it. Bert's wife rounded the corner across from the park on her bike. She saw the two of them engaged in a tongue bath. So horrified, she had to continue watching?
Shelia told herself when Thomas took her husbands pants down. I won't look, I can't look, she looked and looked longer. Then came the puke, then more tears. Then more puke. Ashamed, she only confided in Stacy. Our loving niece. A great success in her own mind.
Stacy couldn't keep a family heirloom like this one in the closet. For god's sake, Stacy was the one who told every one about Gus, how he wanted to have himself a sex change at nearly sixty.
Nor could Stacy stop spreading the rumors that Ms. Green who was the middle school teacher had crabs. If there was anyone you didn't want knowing some thing, that person would be Stacy.
She laughs at him and points her finger, as if they were in grade school again. My Uncles wife sits weeping in the corner begging to go home. And still she clings to some hope they will find a cure for her cancer.
Bert sat next to Thomas at the dinner table, what a crock. Both men have been sucking each other for years. The family wasn't suppose to know. But as luck would have it. Bert's wife rounded the corner across from the park on her bike. She saw the two of them engaged in a tongue bath. So horrified, she had to continue watching?
Shelia told herself when Thomas took her husbands pants down. I won't look, I can't look, she looked and looked longer. Then came the puke, then more tears. Then more puke. Ashamed, she only confided in Stacy. Our loving niece. A great success in her own mind.
Stacy couldn't keep a family heirloom like this one in the closet. For god's sake, Stacy was the one who told every one about Gus, how he wanted to have himself a sex change at nearly sixty.
Nor could Stacy stop spreading the rumors that Ms. Green who was the middle school teacher had crabs. If there was anyone you didn't want knowing some thing, that person would be Stacy.
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