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Cookout

    Virginia’s running the big hotdog cookout and, of course, I go, having already promised to help her with it as well as her recurring car problems. When I enter the grounds this big beefy kid evidently acting as … Continue reading

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Dislike

Betsy and I are trying to switch out the bulbs in a complicated light fixture in one of the guest suites. As I casually flirt she abruptly says I dislike you.I’m completely taken aback. What?I dis-like you, she enunciates carefully.I … Continue reading

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Torn

Class reunion – still at the milling around, schmoozing phase, drinking a little too deeply from our wine glasses, trying to either remember or forget something about the ex-classmate in front of us. From the periphery approaches Pam, gaze locked … Continue reading

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