"Hey, Nic...gonna need those ribs." he says, as his sister squeezes the life from him. She often did so in the presence of bacon, so maybe, just maybe, he could talk to her about what she did later without it turning into an argument.
"Hey, don't get any on the couch. I sometimes consider entertaining women here. Of course, it usually just ends up being Hope, and she thinks I'm ten seconds away from admitting that I can't take care of myself." he says.
"Mom and Dad sent you money, too. They couldn't call, but I'm sure they e-mailed you." he says.
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