After 205 years in the entertainment industry, Franklin Nevermore Stein retired, and now he slept late each morning. The evening before, he had a headache, so Franklin loosened the bolts on either side of his neck.
He vaguely recalled his wife getting up and ready to shop at Walmart before he awoke face down in the snow, body paralyzed. He was afraid that he was still in the antarctic as in his younger years, wandering through the ice fields.
Then he saw their Rottweiler, Trixie, race pass, “Now I have to wait for the Missus to get home and find me.”
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