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“Frank, I ran into Gladys and Billy at the store yesterday. Do you know what he said to me?" The girls went very quiet. Frank didn't look up. "Hello?" he asked, and kept rubbing Henry's knife. Dotty hit him with her rag. "He said that. And so did she. But the important part was when he said, 'Frank ever get that door open?' Do you know what I said? What I said was--Are you ready for this? I said, 'No,'" "Ah" Frank said. He lifted Henry's knife up to his mouth and dabbed the blade with his tongue. "That's my honest wife. I appreciate you lookin' out for my dignity.”

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100 Cupboards

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N.D. Wilson
N.D. Wilson

N.D. Wilson, born in 1978, is an accomplished American author known for his rich imagination and profound themes in his works. His books have gained popularity among readers for their engaging storytelling and thought-provoking content. more

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