Today, I was the postman -- through rain, sleet, snow -- no measly weather situation is going to stop me. I was on a mission: Hangdog needed toothpaste and lightbulbs. (Ok, secretly, I just needed to see him.) Some warped part of me looks forward to his lies:
They made me walk ten miles today.
No one has given me any pills.
I never sleep.
The Belle would've put up with this for a nanoseond. Then she would've shoved a pill in his mouth and taken him for a danish and a pedicure.
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