Hines was burping grilled cheese, thinking about cracking his first beer when Doug walked in.
“Chuck’s in ICU. I was gonna call, didn’t wanna text.”
Hines asked “What the fuck?” while he was headed toward the fridge. Grabbed a second beer for Doug.
“Ya know how we never really knew what he did for a living? Sure, Adolescent Behavior Consulting, but we neve…
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