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Jesus I sigh heavily, but also a soft chortle pops from my throat

“You just can’t help yourself, huh?” I question and stand up froo to the kitchen, and his chuckles follow me the whole way

Not even ain there?”

“Finding a hard surface to bang ainst,” I toss back, sarcasm evident in my voice

“Well, whatever you do, don’t use the counter near the fridge Da’s been wobbly for weeks!”

If there’s one thing Sal Miller is good for, it’s verbal judo Theand comebacks better than anyone I know

“I’ some ice for you,” I call over my shoulder as I open the freezer door

“What?” he questions “Did you say you’re getting ice for my balls?”

“Yeah, Dad Per Dr Sah and run a hand throughto have to hear Sal talk about his balls while I’ to be a lot, by the way

“Won’t be the first ti drink fro his enjoyment with a smack of his lips and an Ahhh at the end “While you’re up and at it, why don’t you go ahead and top your dear old dad’s whiskey off”

Man oh man, Tampa sure is a blast…

September 10th, Thursday

Carly

Welcoe, where everyone is over sixty-five, and Stella Page won’t keep her ass still for more than a minute

I swear, for a seventy-year-old woy

After getting her hoht of sleep on the ultra-fir around in the kitchen, trying to make a full breakfast