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Come On In My Kitchen (part four)

March 2, 2011

Three hours later the party in Scrap’s kitchen was raging out of all control. A beefburger slid down the wall leaving a trail of mixed yellow and red. Unable to get quite into the swing of things, Scrap was under the table, curled up like a broken toe.

He did not hear the telephone ring. He did not hear Delroy’s voice unreeling a long message on Scrap’s answering machine.

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