T-- stopped by tonight with a six-pack. He “happened to be in the neighborhood.” I was skeptical.
I let him in anyways, and we watched the hockey game. I told him about H-- and how the guys at work set up squares for the end of our relationship. He asked if they were still taking money.
I regretted my decision to let him in the house.
“Have you seen your W-2 yet?” he asked me.
“Came in the mail today,” I told him, “but I didn't look at it. That thing depresses me.”
“Tell me about it,” he said. “A-- and I were looking at ours yesterday, and trying to figure out where all our money went.”
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