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A great place to keep your fantastic ideas, like, "Hey! I need to write more sentences about crickets and English gentlemen with unruly beards."
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“No, I did not just insult you,” growled Harry Snatch at the operator, “I’m just trying to get you to enter my address correctly: Rural Route 3, Fat Bottom, Georgia… oh, your name is Georgia? I’m sorry, I mean, I’m not sorry your name is Georgia, I’m sorry about your fat bottom, I mean, I’m sorry you misunderstood me, I don’t mean you have a fat bottom… do you? Oh, nevermind, try this: Rural Route 3, Fat Bottom, Gee-Ay, period… no. I didn’t say you were on your period… my name? ‘Harry Snatch,’ no, that’s not what I’m calling you, that’s my name, es-en-ay-tee-see-ech, Snatch…”
“Goddamn it, for the last time, my wife’s name is Maya Shaveed-Snatch—two ee’s,” shouted Harry Snatch into the phone at the hapless customer service operator.
She kept it inside until it began to gnaw on her soul, tearing tiny holes in the goodness within.
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