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Duct Tape

Lynne hollered for Quin. She was tired, and his preoccupation with something on the TV was driving her crazy. She wanted to just curl up, but dinner wouldn't cook itself. “Quin!” “Just a minute.” “Please, Quin. I'm tired and I just want a little help.” “Just a minute.” Lynne started chopping up onions, but it… Continue reading Duct Tape