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ade couldn’t wait to loosen his damn shirt collar and yank off his tie. He hated wearing a stupid monkey suit, but Maggie insisted and always seemed to get her way. So, every Sunday, the entire family had to put on their fanciest clothes and shoes. Every Sunday, he and Butch were forced to slick back their hair with Brylcreem. And every Sunday, they would sit wedged together on a church pew like a bunch of sardines just like a normal family.
Strutting around like a damn rooster, Wade thought to himself as he watched Cap pace behind the podium, stroking that mustache of his that the man thought concealed his harelip. It didn’t. Not one damn bit.
Strutting around like a damn rooster He squirmed and fidgeted and held back the sigh that wanted to explode from his lungs. Then his eyes dr
