On the way out, we passed our street address hanging against the house.
Bert turned and pointed and said, “Nice.”
“Yeah,” Trudy said. “Isn’t it? David made it.”
“Who!?” Bert said.
My reputation precedes me.
On the way out, we passed our street address hanging against the house.
Bert turned and pointed and said, “Nice.”
“Yeah,” Trudy said. “Isn’t it? David made it.”
“Who!?” Bert said.
My reputation precedes me.
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