Sunday's with Mrs. T. The next morning, I awoke to noises in the kitchen. My head was still pounding, most likely the hangover. Jimmy was getting ready for work, and Mrs. T was eating her breakfast. I threw my pants on and went to get a cup of coffee. Mrs. T smiled and blew a kiss at me as I walked into the kitchen. Poor Jimmy looked like a walking zombie. I'm sure he was still feeling
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