Zsazsa Custis's Book
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Our Later Stories
Kyle slowly loosened his tie, leaned closer to me, and said in a low voice, "What kind of manly scent does a little kid have?" Before he could get to me, Evan stepped in and said, "Old men look good but are useless; I suggest you know your place." Kyle laughed and looked at me, "You tell him, am I useful?" I stammered and couldn't get half a sentence out, waved my hand at the two of them, and ran away.