Skates of Matter

Chapter Two

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Absorbing the silence, Abey slumped and shuffled toward the untidy table slurring, “Sumptymize it’s improstate to schtup meself. Pity me. Pity me. Pity me.”


High placed Carol Ann Olgivy glared down at unlaced Stanislaw Imerese who shrugged and slabbed more butter on the remaining crumb of what was once a generous slice of fresh-baked Irish Soda Bread. “Anyway,” she proclaimed, “Zlottie has this wonderful idea!”

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Absorbing the silence, Abey slumped and shuffled toward the untidy table slurring, “Sumptymize it’s improstate to schtup meself. Pity me. Pity me. Pity me.”

High placed Carol Ann Olgivy glared down at unlaced Stanislaw Imerese who shrugged and slabbed more butter on the remaining crumb of what was once a generous slice of fresh-baked Irish Soda Bread. “Anyway,” she proclaimed, “Zlottie has this wonderful idea!”