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Chapter 22 - Rick
Chapter 22 - RickWhile holding the brush with the toes of his right foot Rick brushed his hair and aimed the hair dryer with his left foot. His toes were long, and nimble. He could write with both hands, and both feet, sometimes at the same time, but not when he was drunk. He tried that once on a dare and had fallen off his stool—in Tom's Tavern. It had the whole place laughing silly. Besides, he thought his handwriting was much better when he held a pen in his right foot than the left foot—or either of his hands. That was because he could see what he was writing. The kind sisters at the orphanage of Our Lady of Perpetual Grace had helped him develop and work on his disability when he was old enough to learn to read and write. Sister Fred was his favorite nun. She had the disposition of a
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