I’ve been spending most of my writing time recently on football teammates Josh and Derrick. Derrick’s just gotten sick during a game and got a fun little trip to the ER for his trouble. As Josh is leaving…
“I’ll let you get some rest,” Josh said. “Call me tomorrow, okay? I’ll come over and watch one of those dumb movies you love so much if you feel up to it.”
Derrick opened one eye and rolled it. “I’ve got a migraine, man,” he drawled. “It’s not terminal.”
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