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“That’s what I said”

Correcting her is as pointless as fighting her on this Oncean alternative is like sla your head into a titanium wall—painful and futile I need to reconsider the apartment situation

I give getting out of going to the game a last-ditch effort “I have to work this weekend”

“No you don’t”

“How do you know?”

She ignores the question “A car will be at the house to pick us up at six”

“I don’t get off until five How are we even going to ame on time?”

“The flight isn’t until to” She taps the date on the ticket, which I’ve failed to read

“Oh” Soto another hockey game Yippee

“It’ll be so o! Don’t want to be late for my Pilates class!” She ju

After et ready Nabbing the rab my vibe, and hit the bathroom—first it needs a wash—then I flip to the uy who colass of milk down his chest I don’t knohy it’s so hot I mean, milk isn’t really a sexy drink, but whatever

I heftat the asazine lands on ood

The jilling session takes longer than I expect, so I have to drive faster than usual to get to work As a recent graduate froraha stepfather who scouts for the NHL does have so in—wait for it—sports financialprofessional hockey players’ fortunes I’m surrounded by hockey all the time

Charlene,her coffee while I frantically organize files

“I can’t go out tonight I have too much to do for the Kuntz account,” I tell her