Bernie’s been reading about something called the Ruff Club. “Think you’d ace the interview, big guy?” He gives me a long look. “Or not?” He turns back to the paper and starts muttering things like “East Village” and “what if I wore a fedora?” I get a little more comfortable on the couch, and I was pretty comfortable to begin with.
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