Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Aliquet Fuge

The cat sits by her dish, eyes wide and waifish, while I open the fridge to get her can of food. The bananas on the top shelf remind me.

"The bananas are in the fridge," I say to Katie as I close the door, "because time flies like an arrow."

"I appreciate," she says slowly, "your restraint."

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