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“Run away with me, Mickey. Let’s do this. Let’s do this hard. Weird stuff and all kinds of frightening but exciting possibilities. Where do I end and you begin, and where do you end and Coach Wooden begins? Let me wrap my Siberian Tiger-sized mitts around your heart, and your junk. Let’s get Obama-married.”

“Could you say that again a little louder, Bill?”

“No, I could not. One-time offer.”

“Okay. Bill?”

“Yeah, Mick?”

“Got a boner?”

“I do.”

“Oh.”