you went and got yourself a sugar mama who’s going to lock me up in some second-rate senior citizen home.” It takes me a second to catch on. I forgot I hadn’t filled her in on the details of my bachelor auction date yet. We’ve been two ships passing in the night this week, and with my regional manager breathing down my neck about the patrons coming in and asking me to sign their copies of the Post with the picture of me as Tarzan, the date hasn’t exactly been at the top of my mind. “Lila? She promised me you’d be able to see through the bars on the windows. And the nurses and doctors are very
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