"Wow, what bit you, Ferris?" Hal grumbles. He thinks about his next words carefully, because she may hang up on him.
"Christmas Eve party, 1999. Your office. I found that spot on your calf that you like massaged at the end of the day. You like pistachios, which I hate. You love Top Gun. How am I doing so far?" he asks.
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