I’ve gotten to where I love these long stories so much that I’m bummed to see a short one.

No idea what they’re about. Can’t ever tell who is talking.

But I love them.

This one was so full of one liners worth committing to memory. I want to list them all, but that would defeat the purpose.

I’ll mark the pages though. With dog ears.

Write out the rest on our palms, dear.