Pimping Emily Part One
They were both in a very bad mood when Phil grabbed his briefcase and headed out of the kitchen through the laundry room to the garage. Already it was in the high 80’s and the walls of the breakfast nook were visibly moist. “Look, it’s your problem now. I’ve got to be at the courthouse in forty-five minutes.” The loud slam of the door probably kept him from hearing Emily’s parting endearment, “Asshole!” She had to be at her breaking point, otherwise she would never have used language like...
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