Last night it was the sound of Medusa’s rauctious cackle as the two of us played conversational pinball, and bounced from pencil dicks to monkey pox to Gambian rats to bed bugs (Really, it was WAY more hilarious than it sounds).
Today it was the memory of that conversation, and that damned infectious cackle of hers.
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I don't deserve any credit for turning the other cheek as my tongue is always in it. ~Flannery O'Connor
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