“How old are you?”
“Jesus, Josh!” I laughed.
So did Dallas. “How old do you think I am?”
“Tia Di, how old are you? Thirty-five?” he asked.
“Twenty-nine, jerk face.”
Josh must have been joking to begin with because he started cracking up.
“Mr. Dallas, are you… fifty?” Louie blurted out.
“Thanks for that, Lou. No, I’m not fifty.” Dallas chuckled.
“Forty-five?”
“Forty-one.”
“How old is Grandpa?” Louie asked.
— Jan 04, 2025 09:56AM
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