Billy continued to stare at the clothes on the bed. He looked nervous at the two shirts on his bed. The pants were fine but the shirt? Which one? He was still contemplating which shirt ten minutes later when there was a knock at his front door, “Come in!” he yelled. “Billy honey?” a small lyric voice that was all too familiar wafted up to the
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I have 2 more that I've started waiting in the wings.
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