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| - | Your name is Cleavon, but everyone calls you Cleave, you are a six foot five, fifty five year old black man still quite fit for your age living in your own place out in the suburbs. Having just retired from being a firefighter with a nice pension you've decided to take it easy for a while and see what life throws your way. The first few weeks of retirement pass by slowly and the only thing remotely interesting that's happened is the new couple who's moved in next door, they don't look any older than twenty but already have two children. | + | Your name is Cleavon, but everyone calls you Cleave, you are a six foot five, fifty five year old black man still quite fit for your age living in your own place out in the suburbs. Having just retired from being a firefighter with a nice pension you've decided to take it easy for a while and see what life throws your way. The first few weeks of retirement pass by slowly and the only thing remotely interesting that's happened is the new couple who's moved in next door, they don't look any older than twenty but already have two children. Leaving them too it you spend your time finishing all the odd jobs you've always been meaning to do, knowing once they are all finished you've got time to spare. You've just pulled up onto your driveway the with the last few supplies from the hardware store when you glance across |
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Your name is Cleavon, but everyone calls you Cleave, you are a six foot five, fifty five year old black man still quite fit for your age living in your own place out in the suburbs. Having just retired from being a firefighter with a nice pension you've decided to take it easy for a while and see what life throws your way. The first few weeks of retirement pass by slowly and the only thing remotely interesting that's happened is the new couple who's moved in next door, they don't look any older than twenty but already have two children. Leaving them too it you spend your time finishing all the odd jobs you've always been meaning to do, knowing once they are all finished you've got time to spare. You've just pulled up onto your driveway the with the last few supplies from the hardware store when you glance across
