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Click hereI tried to tell him I wanted the slug for a souvenir. I tried to move my mouth, words refused to form. Not being able to speak was the last thing I remembered. I should tell Aaron about our …
"Open your eyes," the voice said. Aaron's face beamed. He had a .45 slug in a small glass bottle.
Oh, by the way, I walked later in the day. In a few days, Aaron and I played hide the sausage. Life went on, and so did I.
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MillieDynamiteover 2 years agoAuthorThank you to all you wonderful readers. I appreciate you very much. I found a few errors, above the Salami Sausage debate, that Intend to fix in the future. But not soon, I busy on other projects right now. I just appreciate how nice you guys are on the comments. And no, I'm not a kid from da Bronx.
Anonymousover 2 years agoWhat a great tale. It sound like Chandler, Hammett, or Cain. Very detailed story, I was never sure where it was headed. I realize this was written for the Mickey Spillane event, but man could we use some more of this woman's adventures.
Anonymousover 2 years agoIt's 'Hide the Salami' if you're in New Yawk. Geeze lady, every kid in da Bronx knows dis.
