Naturally, when the rapture came, I stayed behind. All of us did. I joined Vinnie at a crowded deli. "Not many Christians tonight," I said. He pointed to a table. "Preacher and his mistress," he smirked. We took our beers and sandwiches to a deck with a view of Jersey. "I'm gonna miss the Evangelicals," I admitted, "I wonder what those crazies are doing now?" Vinnie just swished his tail at a fly while I picked pastrami out of my tusks. "Gotta hurry," he said, "Big gambling den in Brooklyn." "Poor schmucks," I said, while we split the tip.
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