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I have a kid’s birthday party to see to for most of this afternoon, so I’ll try to visit everyone beforehand—but if that doesn’t work, you’ll see me later today, I promise!
Yes, Jack is still wondering why dating can’t just be about having a good time.
Dennis has an opinion about that.
I removed one eyeroll from this conversation for the sake of the sentence limit—feel free to guess where it goes!
“Settling down with the right person sounds like a good time to me,” Dennis said, applying his eraser.
“Since I started thinking it might be nice to have someone to come home to, instead of always going home from everyone else.”
Jack stared at him. “That’s a beautiful thought.”
“Can I steal it for the Kreppsler Jewelry bid?”
“Knock yourself out.”
That image up there? It’s the Taxi of Shame, my friends . . . or as Jack might call it, should his Prius ever break down, the Taxi of an Extremely Enjoyable Previous Evening.
(I’ve said it before: I have plans for Dennis. Plans.)