“I’m being deported.” Not exactly true. I mean, if I don’t leave on my own, sure. But using that term seems like the best and quickest way to catch everyone up to speed real quick. It works. The room goes silent. The kind of silence that’s somehow painfully loud. An intense lack of noise. I already regret saying anything, but now that I’ve started, why stop? “The only way to potentially stop it from happening is if I get married in the next three weeks.” This is met with laughter, not silence. Uproarious. The kind punctuated with guys banging on the table or slapping each other on the back. I
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