Childhood bully next door. Reunion with the asshole.
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The car crunched to a stop on the gravel drive.
Paul McCartney
slouches in the passenger seat, staring at the house through the windscreen
Mary McCartney
smiles, patting his knee Come on, love. It’ll be lovely.
The house sat still in the late-afternoon sun, curtains twitching once in the front window.
Great.
