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“Nothing, I thought. It just looked like a basic groupie den.” “And you know what a groupie den looks like, how?” “You recall I was famous for a while, yes? This isn’t entirely new to me.” Vann cocked her head at me. “Did … you have a groupie den, Chris?” “You’re joking.” “I am, but I’m maybe five percent actually curious.” “I’d go as high as ten percent,” Tony said. Diaz looked quietly uncomfortable. “You are both terrible people, and also, no,”
Vann took out her cigarettes. “Smoking at a fire wreck,” I said. “That’s nice.” “Everything that was going to burn already did,” she said, and lit one up.
She looked around. “This isn’t a great neighborhood.” “I think the euphemism is ‘gentrification ready,’” I said.
“You want a cat?” I asked Vann. She glanced over for a second. “I’m not the one whose lap the thing is sitting in,” she said. “That’s because you’re driving. Put the car on autopilot and get some of this action.” “No.”
“In which case it’s probably Boston University. Bob’s an alum there. He’s kind of obnoxious about it.”