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want me to take it back... Oh, whatever!”
The phone on the other end of the line was
slammed down so hard that I could hear the
bang clear across the room. Buster rolled his
eyes and hung up. He was beet red, and seemed
more than a little annoyed.
“So what was that all about?” I asked.
“Oh, Mrs. Skin Flint Jordell is mad at me
because the flowers I sold to her weren’t
perfect.”
“I didn’t know you sold flowers.”
“I don’t anymore. I’m all out.”
“Where did you get flowers to sell?”
“It’s a long story.”
I settled back to listen, because when
Buster said that, I knew I would hear it anyway,
and it would be more than a little interesting.
It seemed that Buster’s father had been
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