Down On Rue Morgue

Jeff Bell woke up to see his wife. Standing over him. She looked like an angel. 

It was the glue in his eyes from the last night. 

“I want you out today.” She said.

He saw this coming. Wasn’t suprised. 

“Well then. It’s back to the same old shit.” he thought.

Another day in paradise.

 

 

 

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