"Chile? Alone? No."
Matt Cadd took April Day to breakfast. Her work year was over.
"I'm a big girl. And I speak Spanish. Con fluidez. And I didn't ask permission. And I need a holiday."
He sighed. "Call me daily."
She laughed. "How about weekly?"
He drank his coffee.
"OK."
Días cincuenta sobre la carretera (Fifty days on the road).
Schadenfreude
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I don't normally like to take joy in the misfortune of others but it's the
fecking Dodgers and they got their fookin' asses whooped and I'm pretty
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