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Despite streets slippery as a soapy bathtub, grey as a kitchen mop, Fred drove merrily to his office.
Shame to have to jump on poor Sara like that, but he'd had to do it for her own sake, so that she wouldn't make herself publicly ridiculous. And wasn't he already doing something about his chronic routinitis? Hadn't he shown independence in refusing to let the parental Sara nag him any longer?