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| Robert Creely |
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| Naughty Boy | ||||
| When he brings home a whale, she laughs and says, thatīs not for real. And if he won the Irish sweepstakes, she would say, where were you last night? Where are you now for that matter? Am I always (she says) to be looking at you? She says, if I thought it would get any better I would shoot you, you nut, you. Then pats her hair into place, and waits for Uncle Jimīs deep-fired, all-fat, real gone whale steaks. |
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