A warm hearted story about friendship…
The scratching noise was driving him nuts.
“What do you plan on doing with them?” James leaned back in his chair and downed his wine.
“I’m not sure,” said Andrew. “I’ve never had an infestation this bad before.”
“You should just kill them. I’ll help you.”
“They’ve already ruined the rugs in the living room. Damn it James, you were with me when I purchased the Turkish Kilim. I’ve had it for eighty years. I loved that rug.”
“I know a guy who might be able to fix it. He can do wonders with blood stains.”
“It isn’t the stains. Look at the holes in it. Totally ruined.”
James stood up and walked around the rug. “I think we should kill them and dump their bodies in the bay. Or I know a guy who can do that for us.”
Andrew stood in front of the window looking out at…
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