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NAG Hazel was at it again. This time she wanted him to rake the leaves because the yard looked terrible and everybody else’s leaves were already raked and why did he always wait until the last minute to do anything? Her voice was breaking through his concentration on what he was reading. With a sigh he took off his glasses and put them on his book. He went and got his gun and shot her. The end 77 words
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