There it sat on top of the washer- the butter dish. Monica, in her haste to answer the phone, forgot to put the lid back on it. Now it sat like a streetwalker from days gone by, plying her wares on Fourteenth Street. As a rule, Gargar, comte des deux chats avoided the washer machine but the creamy, half-eaten bars called to him.
“Eat me,” they said.
GarGar, comte des deux chats.
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