
“Run away with me, Mickey. Let’s do this. Let’s do this hard. Weird stuff and all kinds of frightening but exciting possibilities. Where do I end and you begin, and where do you end and Coach Wooden begins? Let me wrap my Siberian Tiger-sized mitts around your heart, and your junk. Let’s get Obama-married.”
…
“Could you say that again a little louder, Bill?”
“No, I could not. One-time offer.”
“Okay. Bill?”
“Yeah, Mick?”
“Got a boner?”
“I do.”
“Oh.”

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