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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Steve Dodson


 

Cold Shot

He had a cold fever blister in his brain. The bar closed at midnight,
the forecast said rain.

He had a cold feeling about some damn thing. No, the angels don't
sing. There ain't no angels.

I can feel a cold fever blister burn my brain. I can't breathe. Stop
grinning.