General Taran & Lady Tula

General Taran and Lady Tula

Retired army sergeant George plunked his three-hundred-pound body into the only furniture in the small basement apartment. The smelly reclining chair, which moved with him everywhere he lived, leaned back in a permanent lounging position. The broken springs sagged to the shape of his roundness. With a gurgling tummy, he flipped the TV on and ripped open his paper bag containing small packages of condiments and paper napkins.

Large bites of hot spicy chicken from his cardboard bucket ballooned his cheeks. He forced potato wedges in the space between his tongue and palette and guzzled soft drink from his two-liter bottle to soften and wash down each mouthful.

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