You Have Got to Be Kidding Me
Lucy always seems so sincere. She looks at me with those eye dots of hers and she promises that this time will be different, insists that she has left childish pranks behind or she recites a bible verse or she will shake my hand with good-faith firmness or she will regale me with mathematical odds that leave me certain that this is the time.
This time fo…
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