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The Day After The Last Day

The Day After The Last Day

The horror in the plastic grocery bag

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Nov 03, 2022
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There is plenty of pineapple and orange soda in the refrigerator and Klondike® Bars in that part of the freezer that needs to be defrosted.

You can find peace in the strangest places.

Wayne, who has been staying at the apartment since the ending decay began, has also added guacamole, hummus, eggs, bananas, vitamins, almond peanut butter, seltzer, and other healthy things in and around the fridge. Fine. He’s a better son than I.

Wayne, Shontell, and I, along with Shontell’s kids — the guy who makes the big bucks, the pastor, and the one in airport security who would throw your ass in the hoosegow tout de suite if you gave him any lip — went over to the Hebrew Home today, trying to figure out who wants what and how much of a fight the others will wage in battle to make sure they don’t get it.

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