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Greggory Moore

I was sitting in the cafe, reading and killing time. At the table to my right sat two girls, their frenetic conversation/meal punctuated with exuberant bursts of laughter. At one point, I turned my head just in time to see a piece of food leap from one of the girl's mouths as she excitedly tried to explain some meaningless event to her more-attractive friend seated across the table from her.

It was only a small piece of food; but still. . . .

Contents
When the World Chews Your Chapped Lips and Spits the Skin Back in Your Face

I'll Listen When You Stop Telling Me What I Want to Hear

The Wharf Rat

What the Hell?

Los Pantalones

Doctor Teeth and His Genuine Teeth

My Friend Gill

The Day The Movement De-Railed

My Friend Geech

Roommate Connection

Vacation

Junk Mail

The Beginning

Riding Shotgun

Loving Remembrances

The Transmutation of Cheese

Don't Try This at Home

Winter Hits the City

Weekend in Haiti

Keep On Keepin' On, Sir Duke

The Mysterious Civics Paper

A Conga Line of Madness

Meet Me at the Motel Deska

The Dean Gordon Incident and Other Really Really Short Stories

Freeway

The Race

How We Got Time Travel (But Ended Up Losing Sex)

A Poem About Truth

The Story of Albert the Fish

Gordy

L Has Become

The Other

Bovine Waste Control

It is Just to Say

This is the Title of This Story, Which is Also Found Several Times in the Story Itself

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The Piracy of Your Own Home

Food

Sweden of My Dreams

Fried Bert

Lawnmower, My Love

Watches

Butcher Love

The Boy Who Fell Down a Well

(1) Wt. Fm. $20k

I Like Monkeys

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