“The bachelor party is next weekend. Have you figured out what you’re doing yet?” Yes. “Okay. So what’s the big plan?” This is the second time you’ve asked me about the bachelor party. Vuk finally took a sip of his coffee. You say I’m obsessed. Maybe I’m not the only one. Blood rose to my neck and chest. “I am not obsessed. I’d hardly call one repeat question obsessed.” Whatever helps you sleep at night.
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