"Making the ragù, for the pasta, I saw there was no
garlic.
"Lazy garlic?", I mused. I smashed the fridge door
open, like the punk it was.
I laughed at myself sardonically, in that sardonic way, only
I can, knocking back the neat scotch in my tumbler.
No hope of a lazy way, for these gumshoes.
What to do?
No garlic.
I went with, no garlic."
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