For whatever reason the boy came over when Paw and I came back from our first run and he didn’t seem in the right mind again. He continued using his damn cellphone to log online while Paw tried to show the boy the dictionary itself and the word `humquat`.
The boy made stupid noises about two bags of today’s `kumquat` harvest being too much for his Chinese in-laws. We thought the girl would at least talk to two of her siblings – Serena and Hansen – or at least Ruby and pass on to them our harvest but they don’t care.
The boy showed his bruise from underneath his upper right arm. He seemed excitable for whatever the dame reason: I don’t get it. If he doesn’t care about getting hurt, his Maw shouldn’t give a damn about the boy doing that upon himself. I wonder if the girl cares either or if she bothers doing his laundry and ironing his clothes for once.
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