Billy told me that he made the mistake of sheepishly asking his bullying girlfriend, the only person he seems afraid of, if she had made rice to go with his chicken and potatoes the other time.
"I thought she was going to kill me, Dougie," he told me. "I was scared for my life!"
So today I would send him messages on the terminal like this.
"Jess made pasta last night. Asked her if there was any sausage to go with it and she stuck a fork in my cheekbone."
So the wheel endlessly spins.
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