Looking Sharp Is Hard Work! ( Bitchy Comes Natural )
"Oscar", I said, "Was Greg in here this morning"?
He looked around, embarrassed. He sorta coughed, sighed, and said, "Why, no, Billy, I haven't seen him today".
I held a necklace against the light. Lying bastard, I thought. Oh well, this is the best place in town. He is bound by some sort of ethics. Never mind I saw the familiar truck pull out of Oscar's with two people in it, I'll deal with my erstwhile friend later. I admired the gleam of the gold and enamel against my shining red fur. Lovely.
"Here you go," I said. "I'll take it".
Bunnies love shiny things. And the world loves a handsome Rabbit!
I can write fiction, I just don't want to. I finished "Parson's Pleasure" by Roald Dahl this morning, and 35 years on it is still the most cold-blooded story I have ever read. What a fucking genius he was.
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