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What’s That Sweetie?

Pulling weeds was hard work. It’s no wonder Gerald never did it. His hands had a million tiny cuts. They stung from dirt and sweat. He gingerly grabbed the handle of the fridge to open it, and looked in.

Nothing. Well, a few things. But nothing.

“Hey, Hun? Where’s the lemonade?”

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