There used to be a goon I knew in the Bronx—a tough mockie we used to call Yussel the Bricklayer—and you never saw a guy who was more screwed up. This guy Yussel would've been a strongarm for nothing, he enjoyed it so much.
The lakeside cottage was on a peninsular spit of land.
If the coffee is currently being spilled, I can't unspill it. And here's the kicker. You can't change the future, because it hasn't happened yet.
His material is in order for the presentation.
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