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An amusing snippet of dreaming that fits in so well...
Someone's shooting off firecrackers. So much for that ban. Monk goes out to take a look, and why isn't he surprised? Of course, its mother making all that pseudo-festive racket. It's dark outside, and I stand next to her in the front yard as she continues to shoot off her fireworks.
I tell her she shouldn't blow them all at once. She agrees. And just in time. We see a neighbor woman in bathrobe stepping outside her door across the street, with her hand on her hip and obviously not feeling festive.
Mother snickers and we go inside.
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An amusing snippet of dreaming that fits in so well...
Someone's shooting off firecrackers. So much for that ban. Monk goes out to take a look, and why isn't he surprised? Of course, its mother making all that pseudo-festive racket. It's dark outside, and I stand next to her in the front yard as she continues to shoot off her fireworks.
I tell her she shouldn't blow them all at once. She agrees. And just in time. We see a neighbor woman in bathrobe stepping outside her door across the street, with her hand on her hip and obviously not feeling festive.
Mother snickers and we go inside.
