Fiction | Short Story

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Three days, our people had agreed: a real, old-school, ‘Rolling Stone’–style profile.

I don’t know about you but I say it’s too fucking hot for that BS, let’s get you a drink and oh I guess I’ll have one too.

Rolling Stone

I don’t suppose we’ll ever get over our lust for northern blood

Northern what, now? Put your Civil War away; I’m from ManitobaManitoba Manitoba!real sweet

About a dayAbout a day

Well, no wonder then Well, no wonder then

real, tall, untamed things, with pure-green leaves and sweet sap, and sun rays fighting to slip between them

meTurnabout’s fair play, I guess Something like that.

You sound like a songwriter Got meGot me