Bernie puts down his coffee mug, gazes at the paper. That coffee mug is really important to him. He always drinks from the same one. It’s chipped in a few places, but I think someone gave it to him long ago. Usually Bernie gets into a pretty good mood when he’s drinking that first mug, but not today.
“Here’s a real dilemma,” he says. “Michael Vick, who’s paid his debt to society and seems contrite, says he’d like to have a dog some day.” Bernie sighs. “What do we think of that?”
I only have a faint memory of this dude, but I get a bad feeling inside.
“I wonder what the people at the blog think,” Bernie says.
Tags: Michael Vick
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