Chapter 18
I paced the floor nervously while Pops looked on from his comfy seat on the couch.
“When did you become a Nervous Nelly?” he asked as he popped the top on a can of Diet Coke. “When did you start drinking diet soda?” I shot back and kept pacing. “It’s all good. Stop worrying.” “Yeah, I’ll stop worrying when this is done and I’m not in a federal prison.” “Worrying isn’t good for your health. Also, i...
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