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I wanted to throw the phone across the room. "Yeah... no problem Tim... I understand. No, it's fine. Yeah, I'll drink one for you. Alright talk to you later." Gently I hung up the phone. "Well, fuck me to tears, Agnes. Just fuck me to tears!" As I walked into the kitchen the preheat buzzer on the stove went off in mocking laughter. I turned off the oven, picked up the four slabs of ribs that I was about to season, and placed them back into the refrigerator with a shake of my head.

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