True story, I’d always loved Dunn’s place. I pulled in to my usual spot on the driveway just under the big oak tree in front of the farmhouse, slammed the door, and took a deep breath to center myself.
And I was almost positive it was all Dunn’s fault, so I was going to freaking tell him so. This situation was utterly, epically, incontrovertibly, and in all other ways unacceptable.
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