TUDAWR3

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Characters: Me, her, a cat, the Universe

Setting: Catamaran deck

I do what I do, I teethed happily at the cat.

I can't do what I can't do, barked back the cat at her.

Wheeeere arrr weeee goooing?? She goo-huispered loudly from atop the mast. My face got wet. It wasn't raining.

Kat-man-do, I told her ennunciating each syllable whimsically.

Katmando.

C.

She carefully climbed down the mast and I realized I had never seen her as radiant as she was today. That shouldn't have surprised me, I had never seen her before.

Wow.

Wow! barked the cat.

She sat very close to me.

"The wind blew away me wig", she said to me.

"Whistle me wig back, won't you pleeease?"

I could feel the rolls of naked under her gown rubbing against my side. She was talking a lot about her wig, and other replacement wigs she had lost to the winds in the past. All very interesting things she assured me.

Oh me wig this, oh me wig that. Was there no end to her wigging whinning?

"Does a hoarse horse whinnie whiningly whence winning a race, with wine?" She said not looking at me but ever so enthusiastically in an incredibly annoying voice that made her wrinkled acne-scarred horse face wilt.

Did I tell you she was a spitter?

She was so close to me, I couldn't take it anymore, my heart hurt. She kept talking unaware of my escalating condition.

So I took her hand in mine and held it against my face. I rubbed her fat wet hand up and down against my cheek with all my strength.

She kept talking.

The cat jumped overboard crashlanding on the dock.