M called on Saturday. He invited us to watch the fight with him and his rugby team that evening. Although harmless, he’s young, says what you want to hear, embellishes the truth and wears on your nerves; so natch, B. and I blow him off a lot (cruddy, I know, but we freely admit we’re jerks). Realizing the major mistake we’re making by blowing off
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