Play with the Boy

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Play with the Boy


A quick story about what happened after that

 Don’t ask me why or how I ever get stuck with these things. I really have no choice. Ellen, my loving wife of 24 years and her sister Jane want to go see the latest Robert Evans movie and I don’t want to go. Why? I am simply not the mood for a chick flick, in fact I hate them very much and have never liked them. And, more importantly, the Bolts game is on TV tonight and I have plans to enjoy it with the swill of fine American beer.

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