All I’m saying is that it’s Saturday night and I got a fourteen-year-old in my bar and I want her out of here. (she goes there to drink ginger ale)
“You can’t break up with me right after I take a nap” “Why not?” “Because if you do, I will forever associate naps with being broken up with.”
David adjusted the bandage on his tattoo. “If she asks, tell her I was brave.” “Sure,” I said. “What’s another lie?”
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