“12 times 9 is 108 Dad! I should get half that money. You’re tryin’ to tell me a story!” Little Billy shot back, already mimicking the brusque facial expressions and tone of his father.
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Side Jawn
A cacophony of other drivers noisily followed suit. It was already dark, around 8pm on a school night. Jake felt bad for the parents on the block trying to put their kids to bed.
Sleeping in ‘Bandos
One of the men from the group on the steps approached the group waiting for the bus. He wore a dark brown leather Avirex jacket and Air Maxs, both surprisingly in good shape despite his financial situation.
Overheard on Septa
We got on at City Hall station. I got off at Cecil B. around 8pm on Wednesday. The break dancing family was talking to me but you and I kept exchanging glances.
Juicer
Each morning, James would make juice for himself. After hearing an ad for the device during a podcast, he decided to buy it on a whim. He liked waking up and seeing its polished aluminium body waiting on the kitchen countertop. The device resembled an artillery shell or an oversized bullet.