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Posts tagged ‘hamburglar’

On Fistfights with Friends

Here’s the thing about fights: They’re stupid. Logic goes out the door, and with it, civility, language and by virtue, a chunk of our identity.

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The Hamburglar’s Wife

He left in a rush after hearing an ad for the new McDonald’s Sirloin Third Pound Burger on the radio, and Victoria knew the day of reckoning had come at last.