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in the bedroom. Andy moaned when the caller finally gave up, waited a few seconds and then tried to call back. "Just put it in your voicemail," I said, but Andy reached over me and picked up the phone. my bedside table lies. To make sure who the caller is, he checks his phone number - a job that is absolutely unnecessary. That can only be Margot. Actually, her husband, Webb Buffington, appeared on the phone screen, accompanied by the words Atlanta, Georgia, where they came back to live last year in my extreme frustration. I have always known that Margot's move was inevitable, especially after she met Webb, who also came from Atlanta. Despite Margot's love of New York and how much work she still has, she is still a Southern girl in her essence, and she is eager to have all the traditions of the upper life. Moreover, Webb, in the way he said, was "too bored of the city." He wants to play golf, want to drive a car, want space for the enjoyment of his electronic...
