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David takes a quick five minutes to kidproof the place.
Certain magazines get stowed on the top shelf of his closet. He makes sure his knives are up and out of reach, and hits the grocery store so there's stuff like milk and cookies in the house; his refrigerator mostly contains beef, potatoes, and three different kinds of beer.
Then he opens one of those beers and drinks it reflectively while he sits on the couch.
"Fuckin'..." he starts to mutter to himself, but realizes he's not sure exactly what noun that adjective will modify. So he trails off.
Certain magazines get stowed on the top shelf of his closet. He makes sure his knives are up and out of reach, and hits the grocery store so there's stuff like milk and cookies in the house; his refrigerator mostly contains beef, potatoes, and three different kinds of beer.
Then he opens one of those beers and drinks it reflectively while he sits on the couch.
"Fuckin'..." he starts to mutter to himself, but realizes he's not sure exactly what noun that adjective will modify. So he trails off.