He carried a pile to the car. She followed, carried his laundry bag. You don’t have to, she said. He crammed his shit into the overstuffed trunk. The cat on the lawn cacked on a furball. He said I’m not living with that asshole. She winced. Can I come live with you, she joked. The postman waved from the curb.
Robert Vaughan
This is great, Robert. I wanted it to go further and that is a great sign. Nice job and congrats!
LOL! Good one.
Loved your piece, Robert. You are too much.
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Nice one!