That Hamster in the Evening

But then….

Yeah.

How did she – with a balloon??

No. Well, yes. Like that. Only bigger

Fuck. The dog, too?

Yeah. Him too. Hell, from what I hear, he was the instigator.

That fucker.

Nah. Bad upbringing. Blame the great-grandparents neighbor for this one.

I don’t…

You don’t have to. The rest of us, we’ll do it.

Whatever. Bring a spade.

Already in my back pocket. Always is.

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