“What did you just tell my daughter?” Her mom emerges from the restaurant with a to-go container. She pushes the girl behind her back. “You’re grown men. You should know better than to be talking to a thirteen-year-old in the middle of the night on the street.” I hear Donnelly in my head. Miss, we’re on the sidewalk. He’d make it worse, but fuck I miss the laugh.
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