Here I paint an old rowboat to use as a restaurant sign. I need the work. Billy is bored. The girl found on Paragon had nothing to do with my blood never coagulating. I have no
other source of income other than that M. A. Bunny, and he needs me. Christ help me but I have no job skills, but I do. I can do anything that I want that rabbit to do. Both of us are seething with resentment. I watch as Billy polishes my boots. I am a multiple aptitude rabbit, I hate doing menial labor. I cursed the rabbit and he beat me with a belt. Then, "Orders", I said. As I worked on the false papers, I told the rabbit to turn off the radio. The news was all about us. I looked at my owner, and said, sometimes it is good to be property. Goddamn lippy rabbit, I should kill him. And then it was the latest pop song-

All Reet, All Reet, so jeet your seat, cool and discrete, Baby!

I could just murder someone. It is so hot outside.

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