Back in Verboort, everything is pretty much exactly the same. The ticket color was a shocking red this year, a fairly dramatic development, but the school bus driver is still knitting while ferrying drinkers to & from the beer garden at the gun club, the young lads serving coffee are still a bit tricky to track down, the macaroni salad is still oddly devoid of macaroni. In short, everything was perfect. The youngster stayed home with the vegan grandparents, who skipped the sausage dinner, so it was really kind of a date.
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