Don ask me.
We find out Monday that it’s Miles’ rotting corpse.
Kevin: “First, we were training for my eventually becoming a doctor. Second, you volunteered to be my patient. Third, It’s not my fault!”
F. Will Henry. The Fitzgerald of our times.
At least Miles is realistic, even if Kevin isn’t.
Dublin. The running of the spuds. Preliminaries.
“I only wanted to pay a leg for it.”
Laundry is dark energy. There’s no reason to do stuff when it’s dark.
I’ve done the same thing. I carved a space in a small book, and I keep a bigger book inside it. It’s easier to carry around that way.
Cold reading. Cat-style.