A friend called for an Uber ride, and just his luck…
I always figured he’d drive a minivan. More room for the disciples.
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Short essays about novels and other fictional works
By Ian Garrabrant
Home of Micropoetry, Literature, art and philosophy.
Just a fiction writer, trying to reach the world.
I'd curtsy but I'm drunk.
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He’d arrive in an affordable, reliable English sports car. Because that doesn’t exist, either.
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Lol!
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Just remember what he did with a few loaves and fishes 🙂
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So maybe an Accord would work!
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