“I’ll be getting a letter in less than a week, Bobby.”
“I know, boy, I know. Don’t remind me.”
Dean fiddled with his thumbs, his elbows resting at the edge of Bobby’s kitchen table. He and Bobby had been thinking a lot about his registration lately. It was going to affect all of them, and Dean wasn’t sure if he liked that or not.
“Can I count on you
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