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ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL. 6, PAGE 37

31 May

When I made it out to see my randy granddad at Casa Nova, the old rake had been banished, by Justa, to the garden shed.

“Your daddy, Peaeye, my son Floyd, was no better than me.” said the humble lie eater when he saw me at the door.

“We Hatracks have our hangups, luckily you take after your momma.

She was a Dotes.

They have goodness in grain.

Always feel your Dotes and you’ll do fine.”

I noticed there was a bottle of Niagara, “The Drink That  Stops The Falls” on his bedside box, so I wasn’t so sure how much code there was in his re-morse.

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NOT ENOUGH ROOM IN THE DOG HOUSE

 

 

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