Page 37 of Lost Friday


  A collective groan filled the room, and everyone looked at their shoes. “What?” I said. “Are you guys all blind? Don’t tell me you don’t see what’s going on here.”

  Romano turned to me, and said, “You know, Pappas, I’d bet I could still get pissed off at you eight months ago.”

 
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