Schint!
She looked over at the noise.
“Oh, Clyde!”
Schint!
“Oh, Sally, how are you my dear? How’s the little ‘un?”
Schint!
“Oh, good, good, first tooth just came through a couple days
ago.”
“I remember when-“
Schint!
“My third got his, he was crying constantly. Eventually had
to let him suck on some of my whisky.”
Schint!
“Well hopefully we can avoid having to give her booze.”
He chuckled softly.
Schint!
“Um, look, is everything all right?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Because while I’ve stood here, you’ve dropped your car keys
six-“
Schint!
“Seven times.”
He paused, tears welling.
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