Wells stepped forward. “As you know, Burgess, I literally fired my girlfriend as my caddie. Fired her. Believe me, I wanted to drink myself to death afterward, because . . .” He shot a glare toward Sig. “You didn’t tell me this intervention was going to require me to relive my own emotional trauma.” “Why didn’t you?” Burgess said hoarsely, still thinking of Tallulah soaring in a hot-air balloon. Wells squinted an eye. “Why didn’t I what?” Focus. “Why not drink yourself to death instead of coming here and annoying me?” “Love you too, man. I didn’t drink myself to death because there was a
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