I’ve been thinking about my old friend Brad lately. My father’s financial advisor used to live across the street from us and he asked about Brad and his name has come up in a few other contexts. I’m remembering things like how Brad used to singe the hair on his legs with his cigarette between puffs. And how he used to punch me in the arm so hard I couldn’t even lift it. I’m bad on the phone but I owe him a call.
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