“I’m not chasing you up there,” he shouted from the middle
of the kitchen, knowing Casey could not hear him. He reached into the refrigerator, pulled out
two beers – one for himself, and another one for himself – then went to sit on
the patio alone.
(It's not as bad as it looks, friends. It is day one of our ACL weekend, and I figured I wouldn't write anything today. See what a little accountability helps me accomplish, though? Leaving this fictional-dysfunctional-family-in-crisis behind until Monday.)
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