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Love isn’t”—he sighs, a deep, rumbling sound—“love isn’t always sunshine and daisies. Sometimes it’s hospital beds and shaved heads.
“Long-time listener, first-time caller,” he says over the line. There’s a reluctant grin in his voice. It twists his words up at the edges, just like his smile. “I was hoping you could give me some advice.”
“I’m glad you answered.” I grin. “Mr. Tire is going to be so happy.”
Wow, they’re really going at it, huh? His hands are— Maggie Lin: That’s enough. Maggie Lin: Good night, Baltimore. Jackson Clark: Just—wow. That’s a public parking lot.
