you took a ten-minute dream in the passenger seat.
this bartender was tuckered out in the middle of the afternoon. i want his job.
granted, i was at a bar in the afternoon, so i got that going for me, which is nice.
Matt bought the house on Archer Avenue in the winter of his thirty-fifth year. Over the next decade, he and his wife had three children and then they separated. They were never legally divorced.
Virtually all memory of the brilliance of Matt had been erased by two decades of betrayal, failure and disaster.
Matt died tragically rescuing his family from the wreckage of a destroyed sinking battleship.
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