She interrupted him from a conversation with an unsuspecting audience where he always held the show with his well rehearsed war stories. "Hi bro, could I have a minute." and asked him to go with her into the garden. Parlez as they say. She took him, protesting as usual, to the shrine. It was a corner seat at the far end of the walled garden. Both had been spoon-fed family history since early childhood. They had been raised with a strong moral and religious wooden spoon. All the time rebelling from the status quo the two had grown up united in this one fact ...grown-ups were juvenile. As th...
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