My teammate Rookie laid down three rules when I moved into his place: don’t touch his stuff, don’t touch his food, and don’t touch his sister. Two out of three should be easy enough. In my defense, I didn’t know the gorgeous woman at the airport was Ella. The last time I saw Rookie’s kid sister, she had braces and a grudge against me for hogging the ba... Read More |
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