The bar for fine dining started declining you might say.
My parole officer gave me a job lead. But wood isn't my thing. Gold, yes. I hardly lasted a week.
Summer started to wind down.
And I was going to the dogs to be honest. I even thought of stealing from the blind. But that would too low even for me. Beside I couldn't get into the mutt.
Oops, a picture Jessica took at her place. How'd that get in there?
Anyway I had to keep up the old team spirit. My luck was bound to change and it did.
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