Laughing my fucking ass off, as I did a few times earlier in the story.

As for those damn duvets and their covers, my method fell under the rubric of I stopped giving a fuck how much was over stuffed in one end and missing from the other end. Corners? Foggeddaboudit.

I knew I had read your earlier story, couldn't find it because your title and subtitle had nothing to inform re that, and you never seem to backlink, so I ended up using Google and found that one I had read and one that preceded it from before our mutual admiration society of two formed. I went looking to make sure I hadn't been culpa, regardless of the level of mens rea. Phew. I am innocent. That's kinda funny. Me innocent. Ha ha. Lindsey is laughing too. Speaking of Lindsey and me, just in case you're not just behind and Medium glitched us up the ass, I think you will not find my latest hard to follow my thoughts. It's quite a beautiful prose poem, even if I must say so myself. It got nominated, so it's not just me saying so myself, but the curators rejected it. https://medium.com/write-under-the-moon/communing-with-nature-and-spirits-in-the-material-world-a694e4a9bd9b