Sunset

Old Cletus useta sit on his porch every evenin’, watchin’ the sun go down.

Soon as the light was gone, he’d stand up and holler ‘Irma! Whoopie time!’ and go back in the house.

Still came as a shock though when Irma shot him in the head, point blank like that.


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