Radovan is becoming a huge, albeit, charming and sexy, drain on my finances. Whenever he comes over I abandon all hope of getting anything done and all hope of holding onto the Crown notes I have in my wallet.
Two days ago, he rang the doorbell and asked “It is all right I come up for a short time?” Uh huh, I say. Chris is there behind me, smirking, and can’t take more than a few minutes of Radovan . . .
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