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“Sorry, the whole helping out soer than I expected” I disconnect the phone froer public

“Wait, hold on Are you still dealing with that lady and her broken-down car?”

“Uh, yeah, except that lady is actually a dude”

“Are you fucking kidding e away from the phone Based on Lawson’s uncomfortable expression, he also hears her

“I a you at all And he’s har a Hawaiian shirt and flip-flops Nothing about hiive Lawson a pointed look I cannot figure out what the deal is with this guy I feel like I’ve seen hile surfer dude ever cast in a movie?

He shakes his head “Definitely not a serial killer, unless you count actual edible cereal I can kill a box of that for breakfast no problem”

I roll my eyes “See, Cosy? He’s perfectly harmless”

“Why the hell is he still with you?”

“Because his car is fucked and I’e to see what the deal is I couldn’t leave him there” I don’t haveit needs some serious love before it’s back on the road

“You know souy named Bear in Utah?” Cosy sounds appalled

“Barry Fisher, froh school Had a full beard by the time he hit junior year Played football You remember him?”

“Oh! Yeah What’s he doing in Utah?”

“Running a garage”

“Obviously” I can practically hear her eye roll “Still, having sorounds for me to freak out I vote you stay on the phone with e Do you even know his name?”

“It’s Lawson Even his naer

“Do you happen to have a last nao with the first name?” Cosy asks

“My sister would like to knohat your last name is” I hold the phone in his direction

He leans closer so he can speak directly into it like a mic “Whitfield Lawson Whitfield”

“Thanks Did you catch that?” I ask my sister

“Lawson Whitfield?” Cosy is back to high-pitch shrieking