“Saaayyy. You’re sweet on her too, Sheriff. Aren’t you?”
The moment rock throwing and all around Mayberry troublemaker Ernest T. realized Andy and he like the same woman. Teacher of Opie, Andy’s son, but also, now, teacher of himself (!). One of the two of ’em would have to go, he decided then and there. And he’s hoping it wouldn’t be him of course. So that meant, let me see (he thought, narrowing the options), it had to be *Andy*.
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“Barry? Barry?!”
“BARRY!!!”
Sunklands 