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“Cindy! Is that the guy?”
It was about 6 p.m. We’d just finished up supper when this guy rode up into our driveway in a pickup truck. I’d been waiting patiently for weeks for his return.
“Oh boy, oh boy!” I was giddy with excitement.
“I wish you wouldn’t get giddy all over the place. Somebody has to clean that mess up. By the way, you do know you’re going to the ‘bad place’ don’t you?”
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