Dyson would not be quiet, asking questions, and telling stories just to irritate the brothers for the remainder of the day.
Pretty came in, moved Dyson out of the room, and the phone rang, "No, I'm sorry, I can't work tonight. It's been a terrible day. I'm going to shower and go straight to bed."
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"Sure, I can work tomorrow morning."
Pretty hung up, shoved the dresser back a little, undressed, and went into the bathroom.
When she got out, she picked up the phone, "Mom, you won't believe what happened today." She told Mom all about the days events.
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