blank'/> The Libe ob Don Estorbo de la Bodega Dominicana

Friday, April 20, 2007

Si. Thees theen' arribed een my house. Eed ees a feeg. Fruid whad you ead. My Meesers porchase' eed een Union Square ad the Farmers' Marquaid, then she ride home weeth eed arn the sobway an' make-a lards ob frien's...Meanwhile thees theen' ees leebeen' een my spaze onteel the weather improobs. I hade eed. I weel keell eed. She say , Estorbo, eef you bide yos one leaf, I weell pool oud your wheeskers one by one. Slow.

I loogh ad hor. She loogh ad me. Eed ees a face-arf.

Today she leeb the house for work. Today me and feeg are alone togairther.

Tomorrow you weel know who sorbibed.

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