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The house is full of boys. Two fifteen and an 11-year old, so Monica took Mother's Day and bought a train ticket to New York City. The boys chipped in spending money as their Mother's Day presents. I put them to work clearing off the last of the firewood mess from the driveway - knowing that putting them to work would warm Monica's heart.
After that they took their pocket money down to Pete's, the store down on the corner, and bought junk to eat and drink. And alternating between shooting basketball and fighting to the death in Minecraft, they whiled away their afternoon.
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