Presidents' Day Sale by Jean Kingsley In the black night of a dream you follow the stars home except home isn't home anymore instead a wire dog crate you enter making yourself small curling up in the blankets. The next thing you know you stop breathing and it's all over but the only problem is the blinking star that won't stop so you open your eyes to a tiny thought whose time has come to pass and there by your bedside is the ghost of your mother who tells you to get up, stop wasting time because tomorrow won't wait for such nonsense-- the stars, the dogs—your life is almost over. You get up, pass out flyers: Presidents' Day Sale 20% off everything. |
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