It's June 18th, 1995. And you and Richard are standing on the deck in your backyard. The kids are running around, and your 20-year-old son is talking with some of his friends. You and Richard stand there, talking about the past 30+ years. All of a sudden, Richard points to the side of the house Hey, Arthur, look! You look where he's pointing and see Debbie marching into the backyard with an angry look
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