Gungs

By J.D. Nelson 38th & Ringsby. “Relax,” I said, “this is only a dream.” “Don’t tell me to relax,” I said. I stole a coat and warmed right up. I found myself in a ditch, eating rabbit and belching. I was number one-oh-one, or something. “The burgers are done, you guys,” I said. Something about [...]

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