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Mom is sleeping, calm. Dad is sleeping, spinning like a top. I watch Golf on TV growling should a four-legged animal appear. Some nights dad drops a pillow on me, rude, does he really need three pillows?
Three spins and now he is checking the time, pee time approaching.
Here we go, sit on side of bed, put on sandals, put on his watch, grab his cell, collect reading stuff, up, straighten bed, and we are out of here, headed to the living room.
Stop to pee first.
My turn, to the yard.
On the couch, MSNBC, two pillows.
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