Crab Rangoon

I handed the Prime Minister’s wife her purse and told her to call me later. She gave me a blank stare and walked out the door.
The paisley print on my bathrobe reminded me that life can be glorious, surprising and dreadful in alternating breaths.
I ordered my usual room service breakfast of Crab Rangoon and Twiglets. As I ate my kingly meal, I thought about how Brother used to tell us not to stare into the flames for too long. But Brother isn’t around anymore, and what Brother don’t know won’t hurt him

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