Before going inside, we’d... «The Pale-Faced Lie»
cat_on_the_shelf22 января 2022Before going inside, we’d harass the drunks in the parking lot like we did the ones in our front yard—a firecracker or two strategically placed. Most of them jumped, but a few didn’t budge at all. They were stiff, their skin a scary bluish tinge. Dad said some of the drunks would pass out and freeze to death overnight when the temperature dropped. The police called them Popsicles.
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