“ 𝑰 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 . . . ” Of course, crazy is putting it delicately. Max can think of at least ten more words that would accurately describe his current situation, but he’ll avoid elaborating on the topic for as long as he can. Instead, he diverts the conversation -- away from himself. “ I’m sure you have better stories to tell than I do. ” The joint that’s hanging from his lips is quickly puffed and passed, a welcomed relief washing over him. Breeze from the night’s air hits his face just right while he relaxes against the hood of his car, back resting on the front windshield. It feels like old times -- simpler times. “ What brought you back to Chicago anyway? ” It’s a question he’s been dying to ask ever since he got word of her return. “ Can’t imagine this place is more exciting than Boston . . . ”
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