Our first night back east was spent in northern Delaware, mere steps from Pennsylvania.
Richard didn’t sleep well, as there was a Bank of America branch next door. He was afraid that I might take some regrettable actions in the middle of the night. Please, I had purged myself of all that crap. I was on vacation. It didn’t bother me that they hadn’t returned my repeated calls for the last 10 days. I was past calling them scum sucking butt-plugs. And I forgot my incendiary devises at home.
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