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“I’m sorry, Scott! Here I am droning on about my problems.” Harlan reached into his ice box and took out two bottles of beer. “Do you fancy a beer? You’ve only had one all evening.”
Scott shook his head. “No thanks, buddy. Save them for yourself.” He picked up his bottle of water and took a large swig, screwing the cap back on after. “I’m sorry to hear things aren’t working out between you and Tully. I have to say, though, you seem so well-suited. And you still seem very much in love.”
“Love’s never been our problem.” Twisting the cap off his bottle of Budweiser, Harlan took a sip. “We’ve always had plenty of that to go round. No, it’s time, or rather the lack thereof. Running a youth center takes up most of mine, and with our kid in college now, I think Tully’s feeling it more. But
