Speaking of chillin’, we ate outside at the Alcove, and I had to borrow Dad’s jacket!
Mom grumbled something irritable about the jacket she made me bring, but that I left in the car.
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Speaking of chillin’, we ate outside at the Alcove, and I had to borrow Dad’s jacket!