David, you know tends to be a tad bit dramatic, “I’m driving! You can see me driving! Why wouldn’t I be sitting down?” The man tends to not beat around the bush, “no b*****it, pal: how are you? Hospital bad or going home and sulking and having booze for breakfast bad?” The man is sensitive about things, “real men don’t giggle,” he said with a straight face..." I liked this book, I liked David.
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