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Unless you were Darren and thought you were too grown-up in all of your twenty-three years to wrap a piece of biscuit dough around a stick and shove it in a fire Too bad for hirabbeda draw of ood about life in general My racing coetting more so every day I had my house, my brothers, my parents, my friends

“Are you seeing anyone special?” my mother asked

Shit

And then there was that

I took another long sip of my beer and looked at the bottle to deterh the rest of the conversation or if I’d need another

“No,” I answered after deterh

“Are you seeing anyone at all?” she asked

“No I’ve been really busy Not exactly a lot of ti,” I said

“That’s a shame You really need to meet someone, Quentin A nice woman ill understand your career and appreciate your lifestyle Soht and take care of you”

And I was officially wrong about the beer Getting up, I downed the last of the bottle in my hand and headed over to the cooler to select another A quick snap with the opener mounted on the table removed the cap, and I headed back to my bench

“Not interested right now, Mom,” I said

“But why?” she asked, her eyes wide as if she couldn’t possibly grasp what I was telling her

It gave e my stance