Can’t Take It With You

cant-take-with-youWrenny was a guy who knew all of the angles – save for one. He couldn’t get in good graces with Jill’s mom. Things got out of hand — really fast. “You’re such a sweet boy,” she said, giving the vise an extra crank. “So, I won’t ask again: Where did you bury it?”

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