“Whadjya get me for my birthday, Hutch? Hm?” He turned to look at me with that annoying, assuming air of quiet expectation. Like he just knew I’d get him something great.
I laid my arms on the wheel of my car. I was being the chauffer today, driving my LTD. “Who says I got you anything?”
He gave me a look, drawing his chin towards his
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