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The first chapter of an in-progress novel.
“The voice began on a Tuesday morning while Monte Walsh was standing in his kitchen, holding an unopened package of bacon over the garbage can.”
It looks so dramatic.
I lined it all up like I wanted to really enjoy it.
A hot bath.
Two fresh Miller Lites.
A pipe stuffed with weed.
A book for my short attention span.
It turns out that both Himmel and Hall, despite their divorced men status, still have Hall Passes (the list of celebrities they can legally have sex with) and the lists are surprising! Also, some Halloween talk…
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