Chaos: Don't Stress, Undress

She looked so peaceful sitting there, the stuffed dog in her hands. I wouldn't -- couldn't -- interrupt her. I turned to Jensen. He had opened his mouth to speak, but at the look in my eyes, he closed his mouth again. Which was good. Had he started, I would have punched him in the throat, and damned be the cost.

I am not a good man. But sometimes I am not a good man at a good time for a good cause.

-"The Case of the Stuffed Dog," Undressed City of Chaos: A Case File of Unquiet Dreams
Love!!

But they took my dog away :-(
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I found it was better to start a long story with a bit of whistle wetting. And she had quite the whistle. "So, can I offer you a drink, ma'am?" I asked, pulling out my favorite rye and a couple of glasses from my desk drawer.
"Sir, it is nine in the morning!"
I liked it when she called me "sir." "Well, it's just whiskey," I said.
"Oh, fine, I suppose a double wouldn't hurt," she replied with a sigh.
-"The Maltese Cock," Undressed City of Chaos: A Case File of Unquiet Dreams

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Brilliant!
 
Don't know what to say - so I'll say nothing. 🖤
Remember when the words were new?
They carried a meaning, a feeling so true
Well, I'm looking for a long romance
Not a picture of passion or one-time chance

I don’t know why I’m just quoting song lyrics today . Brains just all “squirrel” today or something.
 
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