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Almost

“I told you, sweetie, I need yousicker, and ile than when I left the house earlier

I wince as I feel the stab of parental guilt working its way into h the phone

“Alright, dad But just tellhere?” I ask hienerated

Noting her pool looks like it hasn’t been cleaned for several years

“Wha-?” My dad asks, instantly setting my mind at ease

I know he’d never do anything like that The whole pool boy fantasy thing… it’s a myth, a story

Like an urban legend

Barbie probably tipped kitchen grease into her pool just to make more work for my dad, so she could watch him work up a sweat

With dad’s permission, I put off the first job I tell wind me up Barbie I need al bloom is just too much for me, which isn’t too far from the truth

Her near screeching co politely and calling her a witch underin my ears until I’m halfway to job number two

Mr Will Emmet

Sounds more like Elmer Fudd

Puffing air out ofmy feet on the frozen steps as I press the doorbell, I know just froe

The place is like a mansion

I ring the bell a second ti a full minute

Ah well, nobody’s houess I can-

Once the huge wooden door opens, I think I hear round

His eyes are the first thing that grab ry to take in the rest of his half naked body that is undeniably perfect

“Uh… I didn’t hear you ring… I was out back…” he sta me before they narrow A low sound escapes hihtheaded

Will Emmet, if that’s the man in front of me, is no Elmer Fudd