What for? It was perfect. Carry on.FBI parte due:
SORRY
It was a grey and cold afternoon when Suzanne Palkowsky found herself walking down a country road in nothing but a trenchcoat and crocs.
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A full day of Canadian Club sours and The Price is Right reruns had sounded like a good idea at 10:00 that morning, but now she was beginning to get restless.
She fumbled in her pockets to see how much cash she still had left. Damn. 35 cents wouldn't even get her a bus ride into the next town.