“He’s probably a deadbeat. His most effusive praise is a grunt,” I say. “What does that tell you?” She gives me a long, hard look. Solemnly, she whispers, “It tells me, caveman.” “Fuck the fuck off! Seriously? That’s what you put in my head?” I say. “How can I control my pupils now?”
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