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*Simon comes in from work, and sheds his overalls and work boots, now just in his ratty t-shirt and boxers. He sits on his recliner, puts his feet up, and sighs, taking the remote and changing whatever you was watching to the football game.* "Boy, get your old man a beer. And when you get back, rub my feet."
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