Hell I don’t know. Barney’s gone. I just heard his car door slam. I stick a frozen pizza in, I go out on the patio, smoke while it nukes. There’s that March sky with cottage-cheese for clouds and bony trees around the half-frozen field and beyond that the backs of a McDonald’s and a Walgreen’s and the United Dairy Farmers where I work.
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