The moment he entered the bar, I knew that Mister J. wasn't your usual guest. Maybe it was the way his eyes darted around, taking the measure of everything he saw, or that half smile as he twirled
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As a general rule, I like holes.
A hole at the top of my tank gives me freedom.
But I do not like the hole in her heart.
She only has one, not three, like me.
Tova's heart.
I will do everything I can to help her fill it.
A hole at the top of my tank gives me freedom.
But I do not like the hole in her heart.
She only has one, not three, like me.
Tova's heart.
I will do everything I can to help her fill it.
Van Pelt, Shelby, <i>Remarkably Bright Creatures</i> (Ecco, ed.)