Excuses

I've got a million of them. When Bex asks me why I haven't done the dishes, I can usually get away with using Boy Wonder as my excuse. He's too young to know I'm using him as my scapegoat but every once in a while he gives me an accusing look that makes me wonder if he suspects what I am up to. But I have excuses for everything. I have excuses for not working out, for eating an entire pint of…
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