My youngest son's GF is away...
"T'was the night before tomorrow, and all through the house, there was nobody sneering, or calling me a louse. Fatty curled up, The Huckster in bed, visions of rabbits danced in Indy's big head. Nary a "don't!" nor any "shants", I get to walk around for a week without any pants!"
Pretty good, kid!
SRT IV
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