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Submitted to Contest #76
“Larry? The crows are calling again.”“Mm. Are they now?”“Yes, dear.”“Mm.”“Are you awake?”“No.”“Larry.”“What.”“Larry. Would you listen to me?”“No.”“Larry! Get up for God’s sake. Can you not hear them?”“I ignore them, dear. Now let me sleep.”“I would if I could sleep! They keep flapping against the window, cawing and screeching like the nasty little things they are. And they just keep pecking. Pecking, pecking, pecking. I can’t take it, Larry.”“Bloody hell—tell them to bother someone else. Tell them I’m busy.”“They require your presence, dear....
Submitted to Contest #48
Carabao held that look again—the one that asserted moral superiority and good intentions and other bull I’m sure he regarded with heroic splendor. It was marvelously irritating. “What happened to you, Etta?” I stirred my paper cup of paper-tasting coffee and sighed. “I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me for the millionth time?” “Come on, don’t do that. You know I only keep asking because you keep avoiding it. Look. I’m only worried about you, that’s all.” Here he goes again.  “Will you just drink your damn coffee and humor me...
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