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One Man One Duck
It was Wednesday, and Geoff’s disability payment had just come through. He thought about brushing his teeth but the thought of winning big on a few lottery tickets was far too seductive. “Fuck it” he told himself “I’ll buy new teef, when I’m rich”. There was not a clear distinction in Geoff’s mind between the Read more
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Gary the Wombat’s Diary entry #2
It’s been about a week now. Susan still hasn’t said a word to me. I fixed the entrance to the burrow. I’m sure she’s noticed, but she still hasn’t said anything. Why do I need to put up with this crap? I should just scoot, leave town, find another burrow, start another life just like Read more
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Gary the Wombat’s Diary entry #1
I arrived back at the burrow. “Ah shit!” I said to myself. “I forgot to fix the entrance to the burrow, Susan’s gonna be pissed.” Better face the music. I entered the burrow and found the room where Susan was nursing little Gary Junior. “Mornin’ love,” I said sheepishly. “It’s the afternoon,” she returned coldly. Read more
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