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October 21, 2005

D: Family Barbeque

"I didn't realize it was broken!" I jibed back at her.

She stood on the porch with one hand on her hips and the other holding the plate of raw meat.

"Marion Mitchell Morrison, don't you smart-mouth me or I'll smack your teeth so hard your head'll spin like a top."

"Yes ma'am" I nodded back and lifted the barbeque tongs to my forehead.

"And don't you ma'am me either you cheeky shit." With that she went back inside.

Who needed charcoal anyway? I had a quart of lighter fluid in there already, just needed to light the match and…

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