From Issue 13: Small Town Date Night

Peter Clarke No way our town is ready for the future. We’re already passed up, but get ready to be literally wiped out—I mean actually obliterated. When the future gets here. At the Ravioli House with my new wife. God, she’s got the best skin. You’ve never seen skin like this before. Sometimes I have to stop thinking just to touch it. Everything goes away when I focus in on how real it is. “What are you thinking about, Ansel?” “Huh?” “I know you’ve got something going on up there.” “Oh yeah…yeah…” I haven’t told her about how screwed we…

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