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He’s got the personality of a Turkish prison guard.” “I’d go to prison for that,”
“Then why are you yelling at me?” “I’m not yelling,” he yelled. “I’m being upset on your behalf in a loud manner.”
Kids would play together moving from backyard to backyard while parents enjoyed a drink and the sunset from the deck.
She wondered how long it would take for her name on his lips to mean nothing to her.
