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One who starts pulling up a stool every Sunday through Tuesday to drink chamomile tea until midnight, so I don’t have to close by myself.
“If we’re struggling, we’re still in motion, yeah? Heading somewhere better. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway.”
And then I head straight for where the best part of my day always is. The place that I’ve come to associate with both peace and purpose. The stool at the end of Bailey Jansen’s bar.
people would ask me how high when I said jump too.”
I promised her I wouldn’t make any more scenes at her bar.
“Maybe I can make you tea this time.”
“No. I’m addicted to chamomile tea now.”
“It was just a question!”
She looks very engaged wearing that rock, and it has the caveman inside of me beating his proverbial chest.
“I’ll take care of it. I’ll take care of it all.”
Because no one has ever taken care of Bailey Jansen before. But I think it’s about time she got used to it.
Gotta take care of yourself, Beau. If you don’t, who will?”
“Apparently, you will.”
“I think you make a lovely couple and my sister belongs in a straitjacket.”
Beau: I need to talk to someone. Jasper: No shit. Been telling you that for a while now.
