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I couldn’t help but respect him for this adult separation.

And I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for the fact that I would have made a great father, since I had done so well raising a spoiled little brat who had been spoiled by his parents.

– It was me who stole a couple of bags of money from your safe,” jokes the nephew.

He throws the bag on the floor near the couch and pours some tonic into a glass – he doesn’t drink on principle. He is indifferent to meat. At the same time he’s got muscles on him from somewhere, for the sake of which I sit on a fitness diet and… hmmm… “make love” to the machines for two hours four times a week. It’s at times like this that you somehow immediately begin to feel every one of your forties and have an uncomfortable sense of envy.

– I’ll keep you company. – Shea touches his glass lightly to mine-and we take a sip each in silence. – I heard A’Leta was in the office.

– She was. – I licked the rest of the cherry-chocolate-flavored alcohol from my lips, hoping to block out the aftertaste of our conversation. – She came to make terms.