“I had a beer to celebrate me quitting my job this morning. You’re acting like I was doing lines of coke off the handrails in the elevator, which yeah, now that I’m saying that out loud, I realize sounds oddly specific, but I promise I’ve never done that.” I turn back to Monty. “This your kid?” “The one and only,” he says with pride. “How old are you?” “Twenty-five.” I didn’t realize Monty became a dad at such a young age. That’d put him at…twenty years old when she was born? Damn. I thought this was hard at thirty-two. “How old are you?” she asks. “I’m asking the questions here. I’m trying
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