- The Neighborhood got together and decided that we would be the house to take in Scavenger Kitty for the winter. Who cares that we have a toddler, a chinchilla, and a two-hour job commute? The Neighborhood has spoken. There is no recourse.
- I was holding the chinchilla on my chest when he nibbled the diamond loose from the ring I wear around my neck. He didn't swallow it, at least. It clinked to the floor. It's being repaired now.
- I was reading random blogs, one of which sported a music playlist. Suddenly "Brass Monkey" by the Beastie Boys was blasting unexpectedly. Violet ran in with an expression of such glee; it was as though this is the song she has waited all eighteen months of her whole life to hear. Good thing she can't understand any of it.
My Short Story: Life, Interrupted
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