Lumps for me

Big Red himself tried to swear me to secrecy when I caught him getting a gravy change and a 21-sparkle inspection at a local garage. I told him, “Nick, readers first. Sorry, dude.”

He got naughty fast. I could see him scowling under his smoke-yellowed, 6-week stubble. He growled, “I’ll send you to Siberia to mine the coal your kids will get in their stockings”.

Bring it, Nicky—if you want to wake up with a shoulder mount of Prancer.

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Author: Adam Norman

I am raising my two children in Weston.