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Tinkle, Tinkle

February 6, 2009 • Humor

I know he’s doing something over there. I just can’t see him. My back is to the kitchen. I hear a cling cling clang, metal against glass. Cling. Cling. Clang. Faster.

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I’ll bet he’s got his slimy cat tongue in my favorite drinking glass, lapping up the rest of my water. I turn and squint in the general direction of the sink.

Silence.

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