The Ring


Today is the anniversary of my parents’ wedding. They’re both long gone now and sometimes I think that I’m the only one who remembers.

How could I forget? The date and their names are engraved on the ring that I wear on the ring finger of my left hand.

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  • Just radiant!

  • As always, thank you my host and mentor.

    I need to finish this soup.

  • Sounds a little better, don’t it?

  • What can I say? I’m pretty crazic about music.

  • And I was trained by a Jesuit for nigh on 20 years. Do not. Do not, and I want you to take this into your mind now. DO NOT FUCK WITH ME NOW.

    That’s all.

  • Is that okay. Mr. Dave? I’m a character actress, I don’t do drama queens.

  • Isaac Hayes was a whole hell of a lot smarter than anybody, is or wasn’t he?

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