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Greg opened the door and found his father pacing the kitchen with a worried look in his eye. When he saw Greg, his face broke out into a smile. “Where on earth have . . . ,” he started to say. But then he stopped and pulled Greg toward him in a big bear hug. “Forget it, it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m just glad you’re home,” he said.
Greg looked up at the man he had never understood before. “Thanks, Dad,” he said.
“For what?” his father asked.
Greg smiled, and answered, “Everything.”
First she want a dress because in her she need one for this type of affair where she would just wear it once to impress people. Basically she was just thinking about her self at this point because her husband was saving the money for a gun that he wanted but instead he got her the dress because in was more of a need.
<span>While I was changing my shirt, I d**n near gave my kid sister Phoebe a buzz, though. I certainly felt like talking to her on the phone. Somebody with sense and all. But I couldn't take a chance on giving her a buzz, because she was only a little kid and she wouldn't have been up, let alone anywhere near the phone. I thought of maybe hanging up if my parents answered, but that wouldn't've worked, either. They'd know it was me. My mother always knows it's me. She's psychic. But I certainly wouldn't have minded shooting the cr*p with old Phoebe for a while.</span>
