Soon the boys were in the car, the man driving. His cell phone rang.
"I don't know if I can go to dinner tonight."
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"Go ahead and make reservations. That way you can be in control of the restaurant."
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"No. I won't have time to make the reservations."
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"I don't care. Wait, no chick-flick."
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"I'm in traffic, gotta go."
The man immediately pushed more buttons.
"Hey man, I might not be able to shoot pool after work."
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"The old lady wants to go out tonight."
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"I'll call later, let you know."
He hung up, "Let's go moron, the light's green."
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