“Well, that’s done, at least,” Mason said, sliding into the seat next to Jack. “Didn’t take as long as I thought it would,” he said, checking the time on his new phone. “We’ve still got about an hour before we meet Debbie back at her place. How about we grab something to eat?”
Jack shook his head, “Damn, Mason… is food all you think about?”
“What can I say,” he said, patting his stomach, “I’m a growin’ boy.”
Jack watched his friend with fascination. He’s able to make anything sound like a trip to the beach. He couldn’t count the number of times Mason had pulled him out of a blue funk so debilitating Jack hadn’t bother...
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