Well, I wasn't about to let some cry-baby old lady dictate who I was going to deliver papers to, I said, and I decided right then and there before we had even ridden out there on our bikes that the old bag would just have to suffer, and if she wanted to see the news, well, she'd just have to watch Walter Cronkite at 6:30. Before I had time to think any more about it, though, I heard Timmy yelling my name and telling me to hurry up so we could get home and watch the Red Sox.
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