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Oh crispy crackers, he was crying.
“Look what you did!” she yelled at Frankie (with whom she’d once had a two-day fling back in high school, when Angie was at band camp). “The baby almost went on the floor!”
She was unbuttoning her blouse to display the cups of a lacy lavender bra when a voice said: “Hey there, fuckstick. Wakey-wakey.”
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