“How’s your mom?”
“Still as eccentric as a penguin with a parasol.”
Tommy Carter flicked a bottle cap with his thumb and forefinger. It spun over the street and landed in the dirty weeds next to the creek.
“She unspanked me today.”
Gord Blaczyk lifted his left eyebrow, the one with the thick scar from a trip over his Schwinn handlebars behind the bowling al…
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