Bugout! A Novel Coronavirus Novel Ch. 107
First a bird. Now a dog. At six a.m., perched on the fire escape railing outside Doreen’s studio apartment pecking at the window with is beak, the parrot woke her up spitting, cursing and making rude, inappropriate remarks. At first he was cute. Dillon wants a pizza, he said. Then he got just plain rude, […]
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