The Agent
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Wednesday, November 26, 2008

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Home for the Holidays

Me:Mom, did the cat get smaller?
Mom:Oh, Honey, Morey died on Fourth of July...got hit by something or lost a fight, we weren't sure. thats a new cat.
Me:Oh...Okay. HAAAAY new cat
Mom:We havent named him yet. I call him stretch, dad calls him bummer...because he is a stray, and therefore a bum. But he is home now.
Me:Whatever. Can I have some eggs?
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