A small round rolly polly looking woman opened the door, to the house. "Why hello! Come in, come in! I'm Mrs. Pearson GEORGE!" Charlie looked as a tall salt and pepper man came strolling into the foyer. "This is my husband George. You must be Charnay."1
"Actually I go by Charlie. It's nice to meet
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sorry i don't have time to finish this right now i will get to it though
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hurry up damn it
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sorry im gettin 2 it
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