Candy corn
I slide the small bag from under my coat and hand it to him under the table. His tail wags. “So, when’s your alibi?”
Yes indeed!
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Snickers
wow
“Tomorrow night. I go straight from work with some of my buddies to eat, then a movie, then a bar afterwards. Should be busy 'til probably eleven or later.”
Never!!!
oh my
monger monger monger
DiMaggio wrinkles his nose. “Got it. Bump time’ll come around four, right after she gets home. I make it look like she surprised a robber. That makes the pigs happy and insurance happy. And all that will make you happy, 'specially once you get the check.”
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