My Mate, My Hate
I would be burning up if I was the one covered in black.
"Oh, okay, you carry on. I will head on into the house," I tell him.
"We are done with it," he says, and then dismisses the guys.
"So, how is Eileen?" Logan asks me while we walk to our house.
"She is fine. Pretty as ever," I respond.
"Seriously? She is like as old as my late mother," he says, chuckling.
"I know but she gets younger each year that passes. She never grows old," I tell him.
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