p.s. I am alone in my house with Howard (well, also Bosco, but he doesn't really count. I mean, he's not even a real dalmation. His spots are brown, so he is a fraud). It's awkward. He tries to make conversation as if he knows me so well (and, I guess he does because my mom tells him everything, which bothers me because I don't know the guy) and I don't want to be rude, but I don't really want to talk to him either. I think the best part of this situation is that he came over to see my mom, but she's not here because she's out to dinner with another man. Yeah, it's her chubby, gray-haired, unemployed friend Steve, but I still feel kind of bad that the guy drove all the way over here just to be left waiting. Now he has to force conversation with his girlfriend's daughter, and then when unsucessful with this he plays guitar to his imposter of a dog.
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