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Disaster does not take the blame
Were you looking for me? Her diabolical dog Disaster asked.
She rolled her eyes.
Disaster knew she was looking for him.
She had called his name over twenty times.
Who tore open the cereal box? Why is it on the floor?
Disaster circled it but admitted nothing.
Who chewed up the new roll of toilet paper?
Disaster looked pointedly at his mistress’s husband.
Why does he always blame me? The husband asked.
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Caren Krutsinger
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