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FFM 9 - Crackers"Skraaaark!"FFM 9 - Crackers
"Manfred! Please, come down!" Dorothy rattled the birdseed box enticingly.
Manfred only tightened his yellow grip on the branch where he was perched and idly nibbled a leaf.
Dorothy scowled, narrowing her eyes toward her husband. "You know, sometimes I think you let him out on purpose."
Bill made no reply, suddenly absorbed in the study of his fingernails.
"Skraaaark!" Manfred tilted his head to one side, studying the woman below with a single, beady eye.
Dorothy narrowly managed to dodge the forthcoming stream of excrement with a hasty side-step. &n


FFM Day 8 - BirthdayDonald turns eight today. His cake has green frosting.FFM Day 8 - Birthday
He lumbers across the room, snatches the cake off the table and wolfs it, candles and all. His rheumy eyes shift my way and he grins, drooling green through crooked teeth.
Momma.
He says maybe hell let me go when he turns nine. God help me.


FFM 6 - Danse ApacheParis, December, 1934.FFM 6 - Danse Apache
Les Troix Chattes is a dim and ill-furnished café, notorious in the Twenties for harbouring criminals. It has fallen to further disrepute and the scrutiny of the Gendarmes since the riot on Rue Nationale a few months ago. It is raided often, and never without bloodshed.
An accordion wheezes a few sour notes which soon spill into a haphazard tune; a tango that wends through voices, listing through the haze.
A man in an ill-fitting suit drags his objet damour across the wooden floor by her wrist. He is obviously down-at-heel, more then likely lost to the bottle.
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