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Raining. Again. I guess I'm used to it, though. Sighing loudly, I turned to my brother.
"Arthur, when is he getting here?" I asked.
"He should be here by now. Don't worry, Scottie, I'm sure you'll like him"
It was a dreary afternoon at my bro's house, which was technically my house too, but I don't really stay there often. Arthur had invited his girlfriend, Tallulah, to a romantic candle-lit dinner at the house. Well, I threw a fit. No one was going to be at the main house, so...
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