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JARRET LEONG MY DOG SOUNDS LIKE JA RULE AND OTHER MISFORTUNES PART 1 Last Sunday morning Pistil and I were fucking on the couch when I heard a voice down the hallway. We lived in a small bungalow in Frogtown without any roommates so this was definitely weird. I stopped mid thrust and she was like, “hey, why did you stop? Don’t fucking stop now!” but I was all, “did you hear that? Is there someone in the house?” she was like, “I don’t care I’m almost there don’t fucking stop!” but I pulled out anyway. She was mad but I smelled danger. It was that voice again, rough and sandpapery, yet somehow familiar. Not that I had any friends that sounded like that or anything. I walked to the corner of my room and picked up a four-iron from my closet (my dad left it there, does it look like I fucking golf?) and set off down the hallway, dick out and all. The voice spoke again, “Murder Inc!” ringing out through our bungalow. It sounded like it was coming from the front room, where we take off our shoes. I scratched my head. Could it be Sattva fucking with me? I thought. Nah, that guy is in jail. Maybe that weed we were smoking was laced? Nah, my

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