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Stan used to hang out on the porch with the other old-timers from the neighborhood. They’d sit and lament the old days, discuss current events, or play some dominoes.
Still, when Shyla walked into the house, the number of people present shocked her. In standing room only, she shuffled through the hall and into the living room. She’d intended to keep going to the kitchen or even out to the backyard. Not only did she need space, but she didn’t think Score would be too fond of being crushed. The guy took up a lot of space on his best days and always carried an invisible beacon warning everyone to respect the perimeter of his personal space. In his case, that was a clear couple of feet from his body.
Unfortunately, Shyla didn’t progress that far into the house. Once one person had stoppe
