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“That’s it. You’re at a pool party with a ridiculous Christmas theme. There’s a cold beer with your name on it as soon as you’re up for it.” A breath gusted out of him, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is f-fuckin’ stupid.” Oh boy. He was not going down that road on my watch. “I know,” I replied. “Who the fuck uses sprinklers in the middle of the day?”