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Chapter 7
While Jonah and Sandy make their way upstairs, taking the room Jonah used as his childhood bedroom (the place where he thought of a naked Matt LeBlanc and m*********d almost every night during his teens years), they hear Pam’s critique of Sandy, her snippy voice floating out of the kitchen. “I don’t like him. He seems arrogant, and he’s too tall. Plus, he smells like one of those fancy male colognes. You know I don’t like that. Men who wear cologne cannot be trusted. He’s probably a spy for the Russians. He’s probably one of those Hilary supporters who want to put my Trumpy behind bars and…” In the lead, directing the two men towards their room, Jonah says over his right shoulder, “You are getting a full dose of the Icicles, Sandy. Let me know when you’re ready to leave. We can be back i
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