The Vultures Circle

As I speak, I am holed upstairs in my little hidey-hole while my cousins from my mother’s side of the family paw through various antiques that they want, since we won’t be able to take much with us for the move.

I have not said hello to them. I do not plan on it. I do not like them, have never liked them, and like them even less when they’re going through my house deciding what’s “theirs” and what’s “ours”.

The rich get richer. It’s enough to turn me into a liberal.

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