I dropped the grammar lesson. Considering he was raised by apes, it was amazing he could talk at all. Truth be known, I felt sorry for him—such an icon once and now all but forgotten—so I’d been letting him live in my closet for two years. Rent free. That howl every hour on the hour. The constant worry I had lost my ever-loving mind. It wasn’t so bad until I got married.
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