Bugout! A Novel Coronavirus Novel Ch. 35

When America’s newest floundering fathers showed up for dress rehearsal, nobody could have picked a winner. Big Bob wore a black balaclava mask and an ankle-length yellow cape with a coiled rattler and the words “Don’t Tread On Me” emblazoned across the back. Cammie shorts and blue rubber flip flops because his feet hurt rounded […]

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Bugout! A Novel Coronavirus Novel Ch. 34

I didn’t pull the trigger on anybody today. Very good, William, the doctor said. I waved at a Jew wearing a mask on my patrol. Exellent. I still hate most of my neighbors. Have you spoken with the nurse you verbally attacked? He’s got his own problems. Would you like to talk about it? Can […]

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