“You are coming in, aren’t you, Sydney?” “If I may,” he answered. She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel. Chuck had did himself in because Chuck was a flaming homosexual.
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