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Len sidled up and settled into the stool next to me. I hadn't seen him since "Strangulation Night at Bobby's". The leather on the stool made its leather-fart sound as he adjusted his ass. The bar was half empty. He could have seated himself anywhere else and it would have been fine with me. "Dear God, please don't let him start with the tales of woe", I thought as pulled on my gin and ginger. The ice in my glass hadn't even stopped doing their jingling when I heard him take in a deep breath. He was gonna start talking. Before he could speak, I gave him this. "Len, last night I lashed myself to the helm, as I sensed it was time to become undone. That is nothing compared to what is going to happen if you attempt to tell me another cat story." I stared him down until he took a seat in one of the booths. Problem was solved. Next.
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