You’d be hard pressed to find a better Nancy panel than the one Jim
Woodring selected. The comments about the panel are excellent.
I ever say it? I am the son of Sluggo, who carelessly wasted the best
of his dew kissed days, and who looked neither forward nor back,
choosing instead to lovingly know each day platonically and lay down
with every dusk and know it carnally.
Sluggo, whose gaze fell when they passed the
hat. Sluggo, for whom every cooling pie was a gift from God. Sluggo,
the enemy of effort, the opposite of opposition.
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