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Insurance Fraud
by Ramsey Marts
I wake up at three o’clock, needing the bathroom. I blink at the bathroom lights,
then turn them off when I’m done. Don’t need light to make it back.
I make it halfway. My foot hits pitch-black fur in pitch-black dark. She yowls.
I scramble for the lights. She’s fine. Not even looking at me. She’s at the foot of
the table, on the other side of the room, staring up at her treats.
Fifteen years. Old as shit.
“With age comes wisdom.” With age comes better hustlers.
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