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It took some strong-arming but Holden sits in my passenger seat, en route to the miraculous Thanksgiving jubilee at the Dandy residence. Even though I had a valid favor coupon from Holden himself, he insisted that he would only go with me if I promised to stop at his parents’ after dinner for pie. Fine. Whatever. I like pie.
Aw, pie. I hope Luke got to San Diego all right. He texted me last night from the airport. Said he missed me and that he is coming back into town Friday night because he promised his buddy he’d help out at the Copper Horse over the weekend. And Gretchen better make sure her darling, sexed-up ass is back in Portland by Saturday morning. No way in hell am I getting up on stage and reading Resist Me Not for a crowd of horny onlookers.
“Any ground rules I should know
