No More Funding Your Leeches
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Summary
The year-end performance bonus had finally hit my account, so Gary and I went to celebrate at that high-end Omakase place downtown I’d been dying to try.
I hadn’t even finished my first piece of toro when his mother called.
She was hyperventilating on the other end, her voice a jagged edge of panic.
"Gary... your father... he’s at the hospital."
Gary practically knocked his chair over as he scrambled to his feet. "What happened? What did the doctor say? Mom, breathe—stop crying and tell me what’s going on."
