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The Tails of Alleymanderous
and Other Odd Tales
The Tails of Alleymanderous
12:46 am
. . .You get home, pooped from the New Year's celebration. But it wasn't the celebration that wore you out. It was being with your family, your grandmother, your father, sister and mother. You keep hoping each year it will be different but it never is. You remember the words of your therapist: "You always hope that it will change, don't you?" Somehow, this evening, you get it. You truly get it: it ain't ever gonna change. But you know, way down deep inside, something is gonna change. But what? Your mind swims at all the possible and alternate realities but out of all the possibilities: which one is the one you're going to finally wake up to?
You sigh, go to bed, and in a few minutes, your Maine coon cat, Alleymanderous, hops upon the bed, crawls beneath the covers, flops against you and purrs and purrs and you begin to drift. . .
. . .and then the fun begins. . .
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