For services rendered (moving furniture) by the guys on the left, Milton treated at House of Pizza, next to the police headquarters. We shared a big pizza and had a good time. We started eulogizing one of our aunts we heard had died, but turned out it was another person with the same name. Whoops! Milton was remembering the episode of making noise by pressing dry ice against her chrome bumper, who knows, 1951.
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