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Standing ankle deep in the bills, he sometimes thought, “Duck slaughterhouse, which seemed both funny and sad, just like his floor.
The phone rings whenever I sit down on the toilet, without fail, but because I’m behind on my bills, it also rings whenever I get up, so there’s really no escape.
I developed a love of hyperbole in adulthood during a period when many, many bill-collectors would call us, night and day; fighting down hysterical giggles borne of panic, I would weave fantastic tales about ten-car pileups or alcoholic payroll embezzlers.
At the time it scared me, but now I recall with joy at the irony, my father using the full paper grocery bag of unopened bills to light a warming fire in the fireplace when I was a child.
I know it’s nothing to be proud of, but it’s beginning to look like my seven month collection of unopened mail and bills will turn out to be a complete set, which makes the accountant in me happy in that strange, anal, cross-your-i’s-and-dot-your-t’s sort of accounting way.
The wolves slipped in anyway they could, creeping along dial tones and the scrape of shoes coming up the walk.
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