“Mick?”
“Yeah, Billy?”
“Whatcha doing?”
“Loving you up.”
“Could you not?”
“Could I not love my guy? Hell, no. You’re my guy and I love you.”
“Okay. That’s fine. The only thing–”
“Am I your guy?”
“–I ask is that…of course you’re my guy, Mickey. I just need you to stop spooning me in front of the Disco Biscuits.”
“Is that who these people are?”
…
“I will drive you to the hearing-aid place myself.”
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