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rebecca generates revenue"goddammit," rebecca sighed, checking the calendar, clock, and stock exchange. "what day is it."
"goddammit," rebecca sighed. "what ANYTHING is it."
she was on the urban causeway, lifting cats in exchange for gourds - the yellow ones, preferably. (green gourds aren't worth much.) if she could raise 12,000 gourds she'd be on her way to getting out of this dump.
recebba, her sister, lived in a port town, and she was actually the same person as rebecca. when she (they) got out of bed each day, they "she" would walk down the rickety planks by the concrete wall to the water below, where they )her( was fatefully grabbed stylishly by the wrist and mittened to the mouth.
the yellow (green, gray, black, pink) dog never saw her *ist* foregain, but it was no fuming loss - a crayon rebecca would suffice. the crayon rebecca smiles through day through night, and all through every weather condition known to woman. but with the dog being a dog, it often succumbed to the innerbound camera monitor that
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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