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Mo and Su



“You just stood there watching this Jake guy been pummeled?” Mo wanted to know.

“Yes. You just warned me about interference.”

Mo hesitated then nodded.

“You are right; there was nothing you could have done. You know I’m beginning to agree with you, they might be interesting beings after all.”

“I told you.”

“So Abel--the married man, was the one who discussed his wife with his brother Gabriel.”

“Yes.” Su said glad Mo’s interest had been piqued.

“Gabriel then mentioned it to his good friend. Who then decided he wanted a taste of what Mr. Abel had.”

“So it seemed.”

“I think this Abel guy is the one that should have been beaten up, he caused everything.”

“I agree with you, he should have respected his crazy wife’s privacy, even if he and his brother were joined at the hip and shared the same brain, he should have still kept his big bragging mouth shot.”

“Watch your words please.” Mo said softly.

“Fine”

“Though crazy is the only word for that wife of his.” Mo later admitted.

They both laughed.

“So what next, any more stories?” Mo wanted to know.

"Definitely."

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