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“Can I get a hell yeah?” Mom said. “Hell yeah,” we answered in quavering voices. Mom looked back and forth between us. “That was pathetic.” “Geez. Sorry we’re not chipper enough about Dad’s funeral,” I said dryly.
“Maybe he had to fart,” Waylay suggested.
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He glanced down at it, then reached into his desk drawer and did something I didn’t expect. The son of a bitch put on a sexy pair of reading glasses.
