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Chapter 6
Near the sixty-inch flat-screen and the bay window overlooking Ross Street, Jonah attempts to calm Sandy down; something that he feels he’s fairly good at. He tells him, “Let’s get our coats on and have a cigarette outside.” Sarcastically, Sandy says, “Maybe we can set the house on fire with your mother inside it.” He shakes his head, huffs. “I’m sorry. I said that out of anger. I wish no ill-will on Pam.” Bobo and Willa sit on the sofa, snuggling. Still dressed as an XXX elf, Bobo says to his brother-in-law, “Hey, Jonah, move your tight and cute ass to the left a little bit. Wrestling is on and we don’t want to miss it. You know how Willa loves her big and sweaty men in the ring.” Of course, Jonah knows. Ever since Willa’s teenage years; she’s always liked wrestling. Hulk Hogan. John C
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