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Andrew drew a deep breath of his cigarette and the smoke filtered up to the open window, making Sandra crinkle her nose against it, thankful that Creighton didn’t smoke…at least she didn’t think he did.
“Sandra is the athletic one, the quiet one, the one who milks the cows and bathes the dog. Cathy is the one who stays inside, polishing her nails and talking to friends. They are as different as night and day.”
“Cathy sounds like my kind of girl,” Andrew said.
“I wanted to speak with you about something other than the girls,” Creighton said a few moments later. “Sandra and I met up with Miriam the other day.”
“Yeah, so?”
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