Another day, another day of Pam Pong. What's different this time?
“Good morning, Pam.”
“Good morning, Jim. How are you today?”
“Doing good. And yourself?”
He had invited her over to dinner on Friday. He made spaghetti, but the noodles were almost inedible -- they had started kissing in the kitchen, and the timer had chimed long before they
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