The Flamingo Covered Mirror
Pre-Vet. Post-Punk. Working hard and taking names.
The house was much cleaner that it had been in recent years. My Dad had found a good deal of time for vacuuming and stacking since his most recent wife had run off to pursue the empty promise of an 18 dollar an hour paycheck in the deep south. The dogs were down to two and he was debating selling his truck.
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