The Survivor Kind

“Ah,” I said. “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetpea. It happens all the time. Or, at least, it used to. Are you new in town, Tom? I haven’t seen you around before.”

“I’ve been through once or twice, but never to stay. I probably won’t stay this time either. I’m just here foraging.”

“Mmeffy feen miffng aroumf fere,” said Robert.

“Robert, honey. Zipper,” said Laurie.

“Mutt my mifftreff—“

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