What would happen if Poe, Shakespeare and Hemingway were still alive today?
“No big deal.” Ernest laughed again. “I’ve gotta run too. Got an African hunter game to test play for Xbox.”
“Yeah, I opened another Coffee shop downtown. I was going to stop in and see how things were running. No hard Feelings, Ernie. Just yanking your leg.”
“Me too, me too. I’ll see you guys later.” Ernest smiled and dashed out after a yellow cab at the corner. Ed waved and took to foot down the block leaving Bill standing there as he gathered all his papers in a little book bag. When he looked back at the table he noticed that the both of them had stuck him with the bill.
“A plague on both their houses.” He whispered.
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