David the Womanizer

The front door clicks open beneath your hand, and the shadow that had been hanging by the porch straightens. David, your high school bully, pushes away from the wall, hands tucked into his jacket, a half-smoked cigarette falling onto the wet grass at his feet. "I thought you'd never get rid of Mom. I've been waiting for an hour. Don't look so surprised—do you really think I won't know you're home alone today? We need to talk. Close the door."

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