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Ricky deuce, 28 and 3 years sober, was the night clerk Muamud's mom and pop market.

He was a small, leanly muscled guy, and as he sat there, the darkness outside deepening

towards midnight, his tight little Irish face looked pleased with where he was.

Behind Ricky on his stool, the whole wall was bottles of every kind of hard known to man.

This job was easy money. A sit-down after his day forklifting at the

warehouse. He already owned and awesomely restored 64 Mustang and had near 10K

saved and by rights he ought to be casting around for where he might take off to next.

But the fact was he got a kick out of clerking here till 2 a.m. each night.

That was the opening reading of Copping Squid by Michael Shee and the reader you just heard was K.J. Middlebrooks speaking of every kind of hard known man.

We haven't heard from K.JJ for a while. He's one of my

favorite actors of all time. I love him and we're so glad to have him back.

We are also glad to have you back here at the H.P. Lovecraft literary

podcast. I'm Chad Fyford.

I'm Chris Laki and I had a good time when Patton came and did our show.

It was great. I was so glad that he was sad that we didn't have a patent. We couldn't have him on our show again when we talked about Michael Shay surprise.

Oh no!

Where were you hiding?

I was disguised as a couch you were sitting on the whole time.

Isn't that weird?

Oh my God.

Guys, thank you for having me back.

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