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In this short story we look deeply into the contemporary adult lives of Charlie Brown and Snoopy, in their shared apartment. Watch in wonder as they discuss a fight between a neighboring couple, pheromonal reasoning, civilization, and who is allowed to use the kitchen.  (4,281 words / approximately 10 pages, a meaty piece.)

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Adam Jackson

he got that sense of eggs in 'im

Achewood

Snoopy, in this capacity, is indeed superior to Roast Beef.

Achewood

Thank you Brian! So glad you enjoyed it.

Omurice

Old Chuck always did like the way I cooked eggs.

Clue Bucket

Jeepers I read the whole thing listening to Philip Glass because I wanted to hear what Mishima sounded like. This is pretty wonderful

Nurndelwyn the Profuse

Okay well now I am shaken by the internal conflict of appreciating the phrase on its own merits or inhabiting the pit of shame born from the realization of how often I have sounded like a blind rat trapped in a bag of tortilla chips

Eli Rose

This was incredibly good as a capsule of sadness and contentment and the wholeness of the world, it caused me to rub my cheeks with the palms of my hands in excitement every few minutes, between bites of my cheeseburger empanada (an experimental flavor, I believe?) from the place a few blocks away. So much so that I worked up to leaving an appreciative comment in some echo of the style which reading Achewood for thirteen years has permanently encoded in the folds of my brain.

A Cloth Map

This is a delicious slow cooked brisket of a short story.

Achewood

Thank you! I really enjoyed working on this one.

Sightline

"Lucy, who had earned her JD at Yale, and who now held a team of young intellectual property lawyers in sustained panic at Pixar, had married an energetic mountain bike-type guy named Drywall Paul, who installed drywall" The perfect thing to write, ever.