Twenty-eight.
"And how many kids does he have?"
Two.
"Was he married?"
Yeah, he's divorced now.
"Where are his kids now?"
In Dallas, with his ex-wife.
"Does any of that bother you?"
No.
Yes.
"Why him?"
I don't know, we just enjoy each other's company.
Because you didn't ask me, and you probably never will.
"Why not someone your age? I bet someone will listen to you that's not ten years older than you..."
Is that an offer? (laugh and change the subject)
No seriously, is that an offer? Because we would be great.
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What is so wrong with me that you don't want me?
I was wrong to say no when we met.
Give me another chance. I'll make you happy. You make me happy.
You're the only one who laughs at my jokes.
You make me want to be myself. And I am.
I think you're hilarious, and you are such a gentleman.
You really should have more girls in your line. Maybe there are, you never talk about them.
But you're just a boy. You don't understand.
I love you, you idiot.
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