Carl Tennyson
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Carl sat at the dinner table with his wife and son as he ate his soup. Everything was quiet. Too quiet for his liking.
“So… uhm… anything nice happen today?”
He said while trying to start a conversation with his wife or son.
Carl sat at the dinner table with his wife and son as he ate his soup. Everything was quiet. Too quiet for his liking.
“So… uhm… anything nice happen today?”
He said while trying to start a conversation with his wife or son.