Wendell Gee
dawg_gone parrothead
It is quiet day in Moscow. Snow is falling. Of course. It is November.
The owner of the Moscow Mules Baseball Club meets me at the door.
"Greetings, comrade. I trust apartment in Korolyov meets your satisfaction."
"Thanks. Yeah, it's fine. Where are the books?"
"Books? You wish to read? I thought perhaps we will meet the team? Have some borscht? It is my weakness. Despite Ukrainian origin."
"I want to study team finances."
Christ. I'm already losing my pronouns. What next?
The owner of the Moscow Mules Baseball Club meets me at the door.
"Greetings, comrade. I trust apartment in Korolyov meets your satisfaction."
"Thanks. Yeah, it's fine. Where are the books?"
"Books? You wish to read? I thought perhaps we will meet the team? Have some borscht? It is my weakness. Despite Ukrainian origin."
"I want to study team finances."
Christ. I'm already losing my pronouns. What next?