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dealer is legit. Whatever it was, I had a duty to protect my woman from the many unsavory elements of Central Los Angeles, so I squared up my shoulders, gripped the four-iron like a samurai sword, and pounced from around the corner. The hallway was empty. Empty except for our tiny French Bulldog, Potato, looking scared and a little confused as he always did. I relaxed my shoulders a bit and bent down to the little doggu, petting him on the head. “Potato, my son, what’s wrong? Did you see anyone here?” Potato peered up at me, those little black eyes shining like wet rocks on the beach. He panted a bit, then opened his mouth. “What up ma?” he said to me. I was so shocked I damn near ran out into the street but then I remembered I had no fucking pants on. I calmed myself with some yoga breathing and turned back to Potato. “Between me and you, we can fly my private G2!” he barked. I had to sit my ass down, bare butt to bare tile, to recollect my thoughts and all that. I really wondered if this was reality. Was I really was young Leif Tanaka, living in LA, working as a translator? I tested out different scenarios in my head, then tried to wake myself up. But this reality held, and there was no denying it; my dog sounded like Ja Rule. Pistil appeared soon after wearing my HEALTH T-shirt like she always did. Normally I hated it when she wore my clothes after we fuck because she always managed to get cum on my shirts but I was so damn godsmacked I let it slide. She was holding two bottles of beer and handed me one. “So what was it, Leif? It was nothing, right?” “You call this nothing? That voice was Potato! Listen! This isn’t right!”

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