He’s a good boy. My friend was complaining about her son the other day, I didn’t say anything. Well, OK, maybe just a little something. What can I say? He’s a good boy. He’s busy. So successful. Oh the stories he tells! I told my friend where he was yesterday. So proud. But he’s never too busy. Always calls. No matter what’s going on at work or with his “partner”. Just hearing his voice. He says he’s going to get me a gadget so I can see him! Apparently I’ll be able to call him and see him any time.
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