Matt Cadd was alone. Honey? Boring. Raven? Dancing. He went looking for Candi. He found her in Starbuck's with mocha and croissant. He wheedled. He smooth-talked. He got her.
"Doll. You mean it? You're charging me?"
"It's a work night," she pouted, "you--of anyone--ought to understand."
Fifties don't talk. They scream.
Really? The Best the Giants Could Manage Was a Split Against the Phillies? - Wait, let me guess. Relief pitching? Of course. So with two wins in the books and our two best pitchers (Ty Blach and Madison Bumgarner) on the mound w...
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