Tagged: pet

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The Boy Who Cried Bacon

Short Story Rachel Steep, currently seated in a hunter’s green armchair across a mahogany table from her student, normally stands a full foot taller than the neurochem-wunderkind Irwin Twimble; granted this doesn’t say much...

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My Cat, Therefore

My cat can cook. I know this ’cause she drops food into her water bowl. Even she can’t stand the taste of boredom. It makes me more sympathetic toward alcoholics and people hooked on...