Neil and Pen, both in their mid-thirties, are at the end of a
He’s still my dog. You don’t think I wanted to stay home with you and him? You knew the deal when I left. If I just stayed there a year, I would make enough that I wouldn’t have to go anymore. We could afford a better apartment. We could go to Morocco. I remember. It was a “wicked” good idea.
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