“Kit never mentioned a Mike to us before,” she added, suspiciously. Oh, boy, here we go. “We only recently became friends,” I explained, shit threatening to pour out of my ass faster than an aged-out soft-serve machine at Dairy Queen. “We met through a mutual friend . . .” “Let us know if anything changes, please, Mike,” she interjected, clearly preparing to wrap up the call, much to my relief. “I absolutely will,” I assured her. I resisted the urge to remind her of Kit’s wishes for her not to come into the city, on account of the fact that she was scaring the shit out of me. Also, prolonging
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