I kicked the sauce off my fingers before picking up the phone. Before I could speak, she was already yelling.
"YOU SOLD THE TOYBOX???"
I blinked and adjusted the phone.
"Well yes, it was my box."
"It was OUR toybox, I wanted to give it to my children one day!"
"It's a dollar store plywood piece of junk, it's not that big a deal!"
"You stupid...
Well I deserve half of what you got for it, at least!"
"Uh... Yeah, ok, come over then."
She wasn't impressed with the half plate of now cold buffalo sauce chicken wings I offered.
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