My Mystery: Cha Fourteen

[Previous chapter is here.  I’m very very sorry] “It’s a lovely cottage”, said Kossov Dith, “I like the yellow roses” Goober Partridge surveyed the quaint little house. It had roses, a picket fence and cartoon bunnies playing just out of the corner of one’s eye. “Here’s a woman”, Partridge said, “Who lives a small life”, […]

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Crazy, But that’s How it Goes

They called me “crazy” when I bought up all that nitrous oxide… but who’s laughing, now? A wise man once told me that there was a fine line between super-intelligent and crazy… at least, I think he was wise. A straight-jacket is proof that crazy is the only mental state with its own line of […]

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