“Let me guess: because the
‘p’
is silent.”
The pterodactyl swept his
wing
across the bar
reaching for his whiskey
sour.
“I’ve heard it before,”
he said, catching his
reflection
in the mirror behind the
cash register
where the house tequila belonged.
He didn’t blink. He stared.
“I’ve heard them all before.”
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