Family. You gotta love them.
It’s a typical Saturday evening at the Silver Compound.
Travis has a girlfriend over at his apartment. I just heard that rumor. I didn’t see her, but Chris, Michael and Bill did. Evidently, she’s a real looker.
They all had to tell me this after I inquired as to whose Kia that was in the parking space.
Bill is washing his boat. With the Pressure Washer
Michael and Chris are working on the race car—it has a new engine in it.
I’m mowing the lawn.
Engines are whirring, purring and rumbling all over the hill.
Bill had the audacity to ask me if I knew how to use a socket wrench. I almost threw it at him.
I would like for it to be quiet now.
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