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.
98 - The Giants fall flat in the final two games against the Athletics, losing yesterday *4-3* and today *6-2*. The offense has been absent for the entire month...
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