And as he sealed the envelope with a kiss, Clarence smiled daintily and stifled a soft chuckle. Yes, the phone company would be surprised. A perfumed epistle on Crane's Stationery? Could it be love? Oh no. Maybe next time Ma Bell would rethink overcharging him for a goddamn long distance call to Poughkeepsie? He mentally counted the number of times he used the word "incompetent bitchface" and "shitmongers."
Friday, July 25, 2008
Here's To You, Ma Bell
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