shane

Shane thinks he broke his wrist last night, fighting. 
Sport fighting. I hate it.
Billy dropped him off here afterwards.
This morning all I could do was offer up a wrist wrap I found in garage yesterday, Tylenol, and packed him a lunch.
I think he thought he had a chance of not going to work today because Billy was late picking him up. 
I made him an egg sandwich too.

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