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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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03.20.23

Glass of whiskey in my hand, I watch Sam stare from his chair at the husband as he eats peanuts, chuckling at an episode of Seinfeld. The dog's eye glimmers in the dark, ever hopeful for a tossed nut. I observe the familiar tableau with mild amusement, the monotony of a rainy Monday night briefly interrupted.




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