Pretzels and Flies

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There’s a bag of pretzels on the table. They look good, like good pretzels…are there shitty pretzels? There’s shitty everything.

Maribeth loved that table.

 Why? It’s a fucking table.

There’s a fly in the room.

He could hear it but not see it.

He heard that little thump that tells you the fly hit the window.

There were three windows in the room, each with six panes.

He looked, wanting to kill the fly.