Me. You. Coffee.

“I said I’d do it!” Fred woke with a start.

The list of jobs hung over his head like the sword of Maureencles, and now it was becoming nightmare fuel. As his eyes adjusted to the morning light, he saw his wife’s drooling face and shuddered.

Fred crept from the bed, shushing the creaking and cracking of knees and back as he wrestled with his worn slippers.

He walked past the 3 buckets at the top of the stairs, bypassed several framed photographs propped against a wall, stepped over the hole in the floor, and settled into his favourite chair.

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Hey, Listen!

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