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“Morning, folks,” Miller said, adjusting his belt.
He looked at the boxes on the lawn, the yellow Porsche, and the broken gnome.
“Looks like quite a party.”
“Officer!” Dad rushed forward, putting on his respectable citizen voice. “Thank God you’re here. My son, he’s up there on the porch. He’s having some kind of episode. He’s locking us out of our vacation continue reading …
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