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“Girl? She’s more like the Genghis Khan of etiquette. The Tony Soprano of manners.” Thinking of Maddie, my sigh is wistful. “The Bugsy Siegel of true love.” “Is she also the Michael Corleone of circumcisions? Because you sound like you’ve lost your balls.” “Circumcisions are for foreskins, not balls.” “This conversation is a circumcision for my brain.” I lift my head and look at him. I must look really pitiful, because he says, “Whoa.” “Yeah.” After a while, he says, “Well, it can’t be all bad if she’s got you apologizing out of the blue for your past behavior.” His expression sours. “Though that’s a pretty big canvas to cover with one little apology. You might need to buy me some flowers and send me a box of chocolates, too.” “Gimme a break, will you?” “What do you want from me her
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