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Oh,” Junior said. “I almost forgot. Dad wants you to come over for dinner.” I stiffened in my seat. “Um…no thank you?” Junior shook his head. “You don’t have a choice, kid.” “I absolutely do,” I told him. “And I’m not a kid.” His expression turned to pity. “You owe him a favor, remember? His payment for all this is dinner once a month with the family.” I turned to Josh, wide-eyed. “Am I being Gilmored right now?” He nodded. “Yup. He’s going full Emily on you.
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