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anonymous 7/19/2017 12:45:53 AM

our booth later littered with crumbs and crusts of half a dozen pies, he loosens his belt and playfully rubs his tummy. I subtly check the bill and thumb through my checkbook. His thin moustache and razor wit make him my best friend, and I tell him to make room for dessert back at my parents. Stepping out of my black Nissan Optima, I take the lead on conversation, giving a brief history on the quaint but rustic ranch style rambler that I grew up in. My father receives us in the paved drive way.


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