. . .was also one of those smooth-talking dudes. He loved to wear those big, wide-brimmed hats, tilted to one side. And this cat strutted like a pimp. On the other hand, . . . appeared to be very mild and humble, even passive. They were such a mismatched couple. For the four of us, it wasn’t easy deciding on what to do. But we drove to the lakefront and stayed to watch the sunrise. While there, we watched the sun come up and listened to those old war stories. Don’t quite recall heads or tails of what was spoken about those war days, but . . . to buck my eyes when I heard . . . . Who could’ve imagined such a thing?
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