“You’ll become the best of friends. Move in together. Get married. Have a baby. Have some more babies,” I mutter dryly while pouring myself another drink. “Before you know it, you’ll be celebrating your thirtieth anniversary and looking back at your mundane life wondering where the hell all that time went and how it all went to shit in the end.” He’s staring at me with a look of disapproval when I meet his eyes. “Well, fuck, Cora,” he mumbles, taken aback. “I don’t even know how to respond to that. That was—” Hesitating, he nervously gulps down the rest of his beer. “That was really
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