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“You’ve met your match now, sneaky ass dog,” the soldier said looking down at Dora’s poker face. “Who?” I asked. “You and her. She’s a sneaky dog.” “I know, I’ve seen her. She’s pullin’ all kinds of crap.” “Yeah, you’re … Read More…
The soldier’s mother has been part of my Pluto Moon transit, big time. She surfaced with the pictures she had kept of me in that box of “things that made her son a man” when Pluto was station on my … Read More…