Stories tagged “mop”
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In Love With Miss Love
There was a sad song playing on the radio and the evening breeze of summer was drifting in through the open window. I was dancing with the mop again. Mrs. Thompson was probably watching me out her bedroom window and shaking her head again. I knew this ...
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Shag
“Yeah but Rudy is the rook! Why the hell does he get the cushy wait job? Kid was probably feelin’ himself up all night anyways.” complains Russel. “Rook or not. Rudy worked the floor tonight. Unfortunately, you get to clean it.&...