“John?” He turned around in the recliner. My Dad doesn’t want it necessarily, but he realizes that if he doesn’t give my 185 Mom this one it’s divorce for sure. The latter no sooner beheld him than he dashed hastily into an adjoining room. “Fighting goes with loads of its own baggage, John. Pray, walk in. We looked upon you, my dear Sir John, with reverence, almost with awe.
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