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The Warm Glow of Happy Homes

Andersen Prunty

Copyright © 2012 by Andersen Prunty. All rights reserved.

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I’m not a thief, Alex.”

Joe sat on the couch looking trapped by Alex’s proposition. Alex’s cat, Vonnegut, sat on the coffee table in front of Joe, staring at him with the one eye that worked.

Alex turned his stereo on so his roommate couldn’t hear what they were talking about and rolled a joint. The music started, warm and bassy with no words. It made Alex think of taking a subway through the middle of the sun. Cheerful and brain melting.

I wouldn’t say I was either.” Alex sat on the soft chair next to the couch and sparked the joint. “Actually, at this point, I’m not willing to say I am or am not anything. For guys like us, things are going to fall apart every five years whether we like it or not. It’s out of our control.” He held the joint out to Joe. Joe shook his head. “Seriously?”

I want to be clearheaded to fend off your arguments.”

No arguments. We’re having a rational discussion.”

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