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It looked great, and they looked positively happy.
“It’s like the ending of Magic Mike XL,” I said that night to Trish over the phone. “Only with some old bold dude instead of Channing Tatum!”
“Hey! I heard that!” cried Isaac, popping up on screen. He raised his beer and flashed an affectionate. “Happy Fourth, Fran.”
“You too, Isaac! Go now, before someone snitches on you. I wouldn’t wanna get you guys fired.”
“Fuck you, Fran,” they said at the same time, making me laugh heartedly.
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