Page 42 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
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“’Preciate it.”
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” he says.
“I’ll let you know how the brunch goes,” I tell him.
“Good luck, man.”
“Thanks, I’m going to need it.”
I disconnect the call and try to come up with a plan for how all this is going to go down today.
