Category: prose
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2 September 2019
AND ONE POTATO, TWO POTATOES, THREE And I say, 3 for you and 2 for me, and I’m serving up dinner, and you ask, Why do I get 3 and you only get 2, and I say, Because that’s the way it’s always been – Because I don’t need as much as you, and then…
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