Begging to Modify

I let out a deep sigh and gestured towards David, my son, with a bottle of whiskey.          ‘Why not,’ he shrugged, matching my sigh.          ‘Now that the fun police is gone,’ I chuckled.          ‘Don’t talk about Sarah like that,’ David frowned. ‘She’s trying to look after you.’          ‘Why don’t you kids …

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A Useful Modification

‘Wait, you’re having what put in?’ Daryl looked confused, glass paused halfway to his lips as he reacted to what his brother had just told him. ‘It’s like a little door-thing. Goes into the side of the tub,’ Errol explained, exasperated. ‘Why is this so hard for people to understand?’ ‘Because you’re twenty-six, Errol.’ ‘So?’ …

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