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Yes, I'd like to quickly
confirm a colonoscopy

for Harry Goldenblatt for Friday at 10.

Sorry, I, I, I feel like I shouted that.

- Here you go. Two nonfat lattes.
- Yes, thank you.

I know, but if we want to submit
to Sundance, we gotta get moving.

Two nonfat lattes, please. Thank you.

- Mommy?
- Yes, baby.

Je suis désolée, mère.
Puis-je avoir un croissant?

Uh, Gabby just ordered
a croissant in French.

I need to let her have it,
right? One croissant, please.

- I got you a coffee!
- I got you a coffee!

Hi!

- Freshly brewed.
- Oh.

Look, I know we only have
a minute, but Charlotte has

a quick update on the field trip.

Good news on the Botanic Gardens.

I was able to book the botany team

that was profiled in
"New York Magazine."

- I love that.
- Wow!

- That is so cool.
- Or I could call my friend

who runs this state-of-the-art
animal shelter on City Island.

After the tour, the kids
play with the animals.

- Okay, um...
- That'll be fun!

I'm an animal lover, too,

but I did just spend three weeks
chasing down these botanists,

and they're very hard to reach.

- One of whom is deaf, incidentally.
- Of course, I get it.

It was just a backup idea.

I hadn't heard from
you on this all week,

so I thought you dropped the ball.

Oh...

Charlotte's never dropped
a ball in her life.

Check your spam, Deirdre.
The whole chain is there.

I think we should just
lock down the botanists

and save the animal
shelter for another date.

Questions? No questions.

I'm late. Have a great day.

Bye!

How do you do that?

I just pretend I'm talking
to my documentary crew.

Um, you're the only one
I'd hire back, by the way.

You're also the only one invited
to Herbert's birthday dinner,

- so, please, keep it on the QT.
- On the 19th?

Harry and I are so excited,

and we can't wait to
invite you over soon

to hang out with our
little group of friends.

How about Thursday? I just had
something fall off my calendar.

Thursday as in the day
after the day after tomorrow?

Wow, that's short notice.
What was I thinking?

- You know what?
- What?

Thursday's fine. Let's do it.

- How-how does 7 sound?
- That's perfect.

- Okay!
- Okay, I'll see you Thursday.

Okay!

- Oh, and, Charlotte?
- Uh-huh?

- Nothing fancy. It's just us.
- Sure.

Hi... Yes.

Um, I just quickly need to cancel

a colonoscopy appointment for
Harry Goldenblatt at 10 AM Friday.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Whoa, Mom, you reek of weed.

- After all the shit you give me.
- No, I don't.

I just haven't showered yet.

Miranda, c'mon, we're all grown-ups.

We know pot when we smell it.

Yeah, you don't have to hide it.

Especially now that it's legal.

Carrie took Charlotte and me
to a comedy concert last night,

and there were a lot
of alternative types

getting high all around us. That's all.

Alternative types? Alternative to what?

I'm not caffeinated enough
for this conversation.

Hey, hey! Look who it is! Caroline.

Good morning, Mr. Kouimelis.

Long time, no see. Welcome back.

- Dark, no sugar, right?
- Exactly.

- How've you been?
- A-okay.

- How you been?
- I'm good.

You got married. You left
the neighborhood, right?

Huh. You like married life?

Well... um...

he died... recently.

Oh no. Poor Caroline.

He had a heart attack, unexpected.

The coffee is free.

And here...

- Take a roll.
- Aw... thank you.

I thought he would be there.

I mean, I knew he couldn't be,
but when I walked in the door,

I was thinking about something else,

and just... for a second, I forgot.

- I'm selling our apartment.
- Really?

- Are you sure?
- Mm-hm.

Because what do they
say? You should never make

a major decision when you're...

Halt. Hungry, angry...

Lonely or tired.

Right. Halt.

Nope, nope, nope. I am all action.

I gave the Peloton
to one of the doormen,

I contacted a realtor, so...

Whew! Next topic.

- Okay, well...
- Okay.

I am planning a
last-minute dinner party

for LTW and her husband,

and I really want you
both to be there...

but only if you're feeling
up to seeing people, Carrie.

I see people all day
long. I live in a city.

- Sorry.
- No, I'm sorry. I'm just kidding.

- I'm kidding. Of course, I'll be there.
- Thank you.

- Miranda?
- Well, I will be there,

unless it's tomorrow night

because I'm having dinner
with my law professor.

Wow, that's, that's quite
a... quite the turnaround,

I know, right?

I killed it in class today,

arguing a point about motherhood

and inequality in the workplace,

and she wants to talk
about it more over dinner.

Well, that must have been some argument

if you got a dinner date out of it.

Hm, I'm gonna order another one of th...

Should we just get a bottle?

No, no bottle.

- We're, we're fine like this.
- Okay.

Seema. That's such a pretty name.

- It means "boundary" in Hindi.
- Oh.

Which is hilarious because I have none.

I need to know more about
this wallpaper. It's stunning.

- Oh...
- Such rich, interesting colors.

Yes, well, my, um, my husband
wasn't a great fan of beige.

It's gorgeous. It's all gotta go.

People need to be able to
picture themselves living here,

and it's hard to do that
with your interesting

brutalist coffee table
screaming, "I'm not you."

- It's gotta go.
- Well, do we really...

We really have to do, like all of it?

Don't we just need to
find a buyer with vision?

Buyers aren't that
complex, Mrs. Preston.

- They're like dogs with money.
- Oh.

- Walk with me.
- Oh, what else would I do?

Lovely. It's all gotta go.

I know you've suffered
a loss, Mrs. Preston.

- Carrie.
- Carrie.

And I can do this at whatever pace

you're comfortable.
Fast, slow, tomorrow,

- yesterday...
- How's the day before yesterday?

And you won't have to lift a finger.

My movers are brilliant.
They're in and out like ninjas.

They move Picassos, so your
things are gonna be fine.

Uh, no offense to your things.

And what's in here?

Okay... this closet...

Seema, wait a second.

I have something important to say.

No one touches the shoes.

I totally get it. I've
named all my purses.

- Meet Lorraine.
- Oh, how do you do?

This spa bathroom? Insane.

This may be the first apartment I sell

with just a photo of the bathroom.

Oh, wow.

You know what could pull
this whole area into focus?

A Peloton.

- What?
- Oh, it's, um... it's a long story.

I don't know, maybe for another time.

I'm actually supposed to
be in Midtown in 20 minutes.

Let's go.

I've got enough to talk
to the stagers about.

I'll drop you off.
My driver's right downstairs.

Ooh!

Okay...

- Do you smoke?
- Well, not when anyone can see me.

- You?
- Used to.

- Another life.
- Mm-hm.

- Got a cigarette?
- Are you sure?

- I've quit 14 times.
- Just one.

It's been a rough couple weeks.

Here.

Thank you.

47th between 5th and 6th, Rocco.

- The podcast socials suck.
- Don't mince words, Chloe.

I won't. Suck, stink, shit the bed.

You all need to post like
your life depends on it.

Che's the only one consistently pushing.

Yeah, 'cause my life depends on it.

- And you, Carrie.
- Me?

You didn't have a lot
of followers to begin with,

but you haven't posted in three weeks.

Three weeks.

This is death on social media.

Your Instagram is pretty much a corpse.

Chloe, that's enough,
Chloe. She gets it.

Oh, fuck me, fuck! I'm so, so sorry.

Chloe, like, read the room.

We don't need to make it a thing.

I mean, you're being
so insensitive, dude.

- It's fine.
- Jackie, don't make this about us.

It was fun while it lasted.

Carrie, girl... I'm sorry for your loss.

Get your socials up.

See you Friday.

You know what?

What is happening?

What kind of person ghosts
somebody they're gonna see

again the next day?
I mean, who does that?

Why don't you wash your bath
towels more than once a year?

Fucking kindergartener.

I wash my bath towels, all right!

Dude, you are so insensitive,
and not just to me.

What you just said to Carrie...

- Young love.
- Not so young.

Not so love.

Oh, man. If that was me
Chloe was goin' off on,

I would've totally played the death card

just to shut her down.

Oh, I'm saving it for when she tells
me I have to go back on Twitter.

Don't I have a colonoscopy the next day?

Not anymore, you don't.

This dinner is too important.

Right now, Lisa and I are mom friends,

but I want us to be real friends.

And they are an impressive couple.

- We are gonna have to bring it.
- Okay.

I invited Carrie for fashion,

Miranda for politics,

Stanford and Anthony... gay,

the Shapiros, the Downeys.

- Bringin' out the big guns.
- Mm-hm.

And I've got room for one more couple.

- How about the Tates?
- Hmm.

They're sweet, but...

they're just kind of vanilla.

Oh no.

What?

Everyone I've invited... is vanilla.

The Wexleys can't be the only
Black couple at the dinner.

They're gonna think we
don't have any Black friends.

Why don't you just
ask the Jenkins in 4C?

The Jenkins! Yes, yes,
I love the Jenkins, yes!

- We just had that great brunch.
- Two years ago.

But we lost a year to COVID.

I'm gonna text her right now.

- Oh, Charlotte, hi.
- Hello, Shelly.

- What a beautiful sweater.
- Thank you.

I just wanted to check in,

and make sure that you had
received the texts I sent earlier.

I did... All four of them.

Oh, I thought I sent two.

You know, I've gotta
get my phone checked.

It just goes rogue sometimes.

So will you be able
to join us for dinner?

Oh, well, as I said in my text,

- we would love to join...
- Great! Terrific!

But we already have a dinner Thursday.

Oh, right, but you know
what I was thinking?

Maybe you and David could pop
in before your dinner for drinks.

You know, just pop in, say hi.

We'll do it another time.

Oh, but we always say

we'll do it another time.

Let's just... get her done.

I'll tell you what, you text me

when you know that you
definitely can't come,

and in the meantime,

that is just the most lovely sweater.

- Where'd you get it?
- J.Crew.

Well, it is just gorgeous.

Have a great rest of your day.

Are you still in touch with
that artist you dated?

Who do you mean? The performance
artist with the big, juicy ass?

- God no, I forgot about him.
- I didn't. Like two canned hams.

No, I'm talking about that painter.

Oh, you mean the hot Black guy.

Anthony, he is more than just
his race. He is a person...

and, yes, that is who
I was referring to.

I was thinking of inviting
him to the Wexley dinner party.

LTW has a collection of
African-American artists.

Outta luck, princess.

Stanford lit my old address
book on fire one night.

You want me to ask Juan,
one of my delivery guys?

He's Colombian, but
ethnically ambiguous.

- Goodbye, Anthony.
- Goodbye!

- Deirdre... Hi!
- Oh, hi!

- I was just gonna text you.
- Oh!

By any chance, are you and Geoff

free for dinner tomorrow night?

Who's Geoff?

- Your husband?
- Oh. It's pronounced "Joff."

- Oh.
- So last minute, but yes.

Lovely. I'll call Geoff to make sure.

Charlotte, oh my God, I'm so sorry.

We can't come tomorrow night.

My mother-in-law invited
us to the symphony,

and Herbert didn't tell
me till this morning

because as he said,
he didn't wanna hear me

bitch about it all week,
and he's not wrong.

Of course, I get it.
Mother-in-law drama.

Our dinner will happen when it happens.

No rush at all.

Thank you for understanding.

- We'll talk later.
- Okay!

Okay, Geoff and I are
definitely in for tomorrow night.

Harry has a colonoscopy
on Friday morning,

and I completely forgot.

See? I'm not crazy.

You do drop balls every now and then.

You got me. Apologies to, to Geoff.

Uh, sir, I'm not tryin'
to be unreasonable,

but that guy who just left with
the doggy bag came in after us.

- Am I right about that?
- Yeah, I think so.

With the straw hat?
Um, it's Nya Wallace.

7:30, party of two.
Would you check again?

I'm sorry, again. We have no record
of your reservation in the system.

But, uh, I do have a record
of the reservation right here.

Mm-hm, yeah, you've shown
me that already three times,

but see, it's not in my system.

Okay, well, then let's
just ignore the evidence,

and say I don't have a reservation.
I mean, it's possible.

I've made mistakes in my life...

uh, most recently comin'
into this restaurant.

What are we gon' do about it, though?

You know, there are a couple
of cute places pretty near here.

Miranda, I'm 37 minutes into this trial.

- I am not leaving without a win.
- Got it. Yeah.

One second.

Found you. You did make
a 7:30 reservation...

- Thank you.
- ... at our San Francisco location.

Should I call 'em and tell 'em

we're gonna be a little bit late?

- I'll get to you.
- Okay, thank you. Thank you.

Sateesh, party of two.

I am so sorry. That was totally not me.

No, that is so, usually, exactly me.

I'm just so hopped up on all
these, um, fertility drugs.

Yeah, it's messin' with my everything.

Oh, okay. Yeah, I know
how hard that can be.

Wait, you've been through this?

Water for you ladies.

Thanks. You have kids?

No and yes. No to IVF.

Yes, I have a 17-year-old
son named Brady.

I have a, a good friend who
went through hell with IVF.

- That's how I know.
- Yeah, well, this is

my second trip to hell.

My, uh, first one didn't take...

which, uh...

is privileged information
between professor and student,

and, as a reminder, I do
have the power to fail you.

Oh, not, not unethical at all.

Um...

and so, this is the part you tell
me where it'll all be worth it.

Counselor, I think you're
leading the witness.

Miranda Hobbes, are you about to tell me

that motherhood isn't worth it?

Um... it depends on the day.

Like today, when my
son called me a bitch

because I sent his girlfriend home,

and forced him to do his homework.

- 100% not worth it.
- No. No, it's not worth it.

No.

Haven't heard that side
of the argument.

Menu for you.

- But if having a baby is...
- And you.

Is really what you want... Thank you.

It will be way more than 100% worth it.

Great, but I don't
need a hard sell, right?

I'm gettin' that from
society, from my friends,

my family, uh, my house cleaner.

- You need a new house cleaner.
- Yeah.

Okay, here's the thing.

I don't know why I'm tellin' you
this, probably the hormones but, um...

when my last round of
IVF didn't go through...

um...

I felt a huge wave of relief.

And listen, my husband
and I, we love our life.

I mean, nobody's life is
perfect, but, my life...

is really fuckin' close, right?

But then, I...

I'm also afraid that
if I don't have a child,

I'm gonna regret it one day.

You know, the thing about regret

is that having a child
doesn't take it away.

Thank you.

There are always gonna be
these roads not taken, right?

I mean, I...

There was a woman in
my class at Harvard.

Not a Rhodes Scholar. She never
married. She never had kids.

She's a federal judge now.

- Who goes home to an empty house.
- God!

There are so many nights

when I would love to be a judge,

and go home to an empty house.

Hmm.

And then, I see my son and I'm glad.

And then, I see his dirty
underwear on my kitchen floor...

- No.
- ...and I'm mad.

Yeah, I could see that.

- So you can't have it all?
- No...

you can.

It's just really fuckin' hard.

Is that your closing argument?

Your honor...

if this round of IVF works...

you're gonna love
motherhood every second.

Why don't we get
another round of drinks?

- Why don't we?
- Yeah.

Mmm, I'm not very open
to this open house.

"Mad Max" meets "Dances With Wolves."

I think I used to date
the guy who lives here.

- Really?
- Well, generally speaking,

I feel like back in the '90s,

we all dated the 50-year-old
guy who lives here.

I'm still dating them.

By the way, feel free to introduce me

to any available men that
you know with a good heart.

Even if they're fixer-uppers.
I can flip 'em.

Oh, I bet you can.

So, the motorcycle inside is for what?

Those quick trips to the bathroom?

See, this is why you
don't leave your furniture

in your place for the open house.

- All right.
- Okay.

I'm gonna say goodbye to
the realtor. Poor thing.

- Great place, huh?
- Oh! Oh, God.

I'm considering making an offer.

Recently divorced, and
I'm movin' back downtown!

You look like a downtown lady.

- You wanna check out the bedroom?
- Ooh, oh...

- Let's go. We have to eat.
- Oh, we have to eat.

Ooh, I was about
to flee on the motorcycle.

- Who was that?
- My worst nightmare.

You think that guy was
your worst nightmare?

- Check out this honey bun.
- Mm!

Profile says he's looking for fun.

He should be looking for a shirt.

Wait, please. There's so many more gems.

How many dating apps are you on?

How much time have you got?

I started back in
the day with OkCupid...

- Uh-huh.
- ... which was not okay. It was like

are you fucking with me, Cupid?

Then, I moved to Tinder...

where I met the guy who cried after sex.

Oh, so he was too Tinder.

I just want someone to create
a dating site that's called,

"Here's the man you've
been searching for, Seema."

And you're never married? Not divorced?

No, happily not divorced.

Well, I think it's great that you're
still putting yourself out there.

Yes. Well, I am.

Ooh, do you wanna
split the cacio e pepe?

- Mm-hm.
- Mm.

Lisa and Herbert run in
an eclectic, diverse crowd.

- Hmm.
- But... right now,

everyone is talking
about Black literature.

You read the article I sent you, right?

- Yep.
- So name a few modern Black authors

that every person is reading.

- Sadie Smith.
- Zadie with a Z.

Can't I just say I love
Michelle Obama's book?

I feel like you are not
taking this seriously.

Charlotte, I've been
talkin' my whole life.

Think I can handle a
little dinner chit-chat.

- Do I need it?
- No.

Harry!

We lucked out when LTW
canceled the other night,

but that was our wake-up call.

It is unacceptable that we do not

have a more diverse friendship circle,

so, tonight, bring your "A" game.

- Oh God, you're sweating already.
- Can't imagine why.

- Hi!
- Come on in!

I know you said
not to bring any gifts,

but we had to bring
Herbert a little something.

- Aww.
- It's chocolate.

It's really good with port,
if he drinks.

Oh, he drinks. He has to.
He's married to this.

Oh.

Uh, I have to go apologize to the chef

for something my mother-in-law
just said about the appetizers.

You all go mingle.

- Wow!
- Yes,

Looks like we're the
eclectic and diverse.

Harry, Charlotte.

- Hey! Happy birthday, big guy.
- Happy birthday!

Please, come join us.

Oh, look. It's Gwen, Leo's mom.

Hi, Gwen!

Hi! I haven't seen you since
Leo transferred to Dalton.

I'm not Gwen.

But I know who you're talking about.

This is Lisa's friend, Shawna.

Anybody read the new Zadie Smith book?

Hey, you know that part
in "The Wizard of Oz"

where the movie goes
from sepia to color?

- Yeah.
- I'm experiencing that in reverse.

What do you mean?

My apartment is

totally beige, everywhere.

There's no sign of me.

Sometimes, I look around this house

and there's... no sign of me either.

God, it's surreal.

It's like we never lived here.

Our life is just... gone.

I'm so sorry for you, Carrie.

I know... everyone is.

Maybe that's why I'm drawn to
Seema, my realtor, you know?

When I'm with her, I can just, um...

you know, pretend like none of
the terrible stuff has happened.

Well, she didn't know Big.

Exactly.

It's lunch and some
laughs, which is kinda nice.

- Should I be threatened?
- Nah, it's probably

more real estate than real.

Oh, hell no.

What?

The Peloton is back.

Okay, I gotta get Big and go.

You don't belong here anymore.

Ah.

Thank you, everybody.

And what is it you do, Charlotte?

Oh, um, I-I'm a full-time mom,

and I'm active on the Events
Committee at our daughter's school,

and that is how Lisa and I met.

Lisa and Charlotte are the Thelma
and Louise of that parent group,

except without the crime
spree and the double suicide.

Charlotte is just being modest.

She's not just a stellar
mom, and killing it at school,

she's also on the board at The Met.

So, you know art?

Yes, yes. It's my passion.

I used to run an art
gallery a long time ago.

My favorite Art is Art Smith...

our financial adviser.

He told me that my
daughter-in-law there

spent more money on these paintings

than my husband, God rest his soul,

and I spent on our first house.

All due respect, Mother,

real estate isn't as
costly in the Carolinas.

I don't know about
Carolina real estate,

but, in terms of art, I can't
think of a better investment

- than what Lisa has selected here.
- Really?

The Gordon Parks
photographs are amazing,

and the one by Carrie Mae Weems.

The collection includes Deborah Roberts,

and, oh, Barkley Hendricks,

and the early work by Derrick Adams,

which is like owning early
sheet music by Beethoven.

- Oh.
- And then, my personal favorite

is the Mickalene Thomas in there.

She did the very first portrait
of First Lady Michelle Obama.

I loved her book!

So, I don't think that
you and Mr. Art Smith

have anything to worry about.

With the keen eye of Lisa,

the family is in very good hands.

Yes, we are.

How about some birthday cake, and, uh,

- my favorite port in the den?
- Yeah.

- Yeah?
- Shall we?

Oh, thank you, thank you, Thelma!

Unless you wanna be Louise.

Oh, no, I am definitely Thelma.

Just till I can figure out
where you really want to be.

Ah.

_

_

- You're smoking?
- Stanford's in Japan?

♪ Go, daddy, go ♪

That's Ashley,

the 17-year-old Long Island
TikTok star he manages.

She's huge in Asia.

She asked him to go on tour with her.

I do not get her, but
then, I'm old, gay...

- and not Japanese.
- Well, fine, good, sayonara,

but why the dramatic note?

"By the time you read
this, I'll be in Tokyo."

I mean, wh-wh-who is he?
The lost Brontë sister?

He said he couldn't
bring himself to tell you

he was leaving
face-to-face after Big died.

Right, and a, a note is so much more

- compassionate.
- Oh, you know Stanny.

He hates to disappoint
people... in person.

Still, you know, if
it... If something good

is happening in one
of my friends' lives,

and I'm, I'm assuming
he considers this good...

I'd wanna know about it.

You know, no, no matter
what is going on in mine.

Good news or bad, I'd wanna know.

- Really?
- Mm-hm.

I got a letter, too.

- He wants a divorce.
- Oh.

I don't get it. We were so happy.

We had a great time at your dinner.

- We loved everyone.
- Oh, and everyone loved you.

Thank you so much for
having my back with Eunice.

You're like the mother-in-law whisperer.

Such a good friend.

Well, I hope so.

I have a confession to make.

I was really panicked

having you and Herbert over for dinner

because I realized you would
be the only Black couple there.

Hmm... that's really crazy

because I was worried that
you and Harry would be nervous

being the only white
people at my dinner party.

- Did we seem nervous?
- He sweat through his suit.

That's on me.

I pushed him so hard.

I just... I want to do everything right.

- Good luck.
- Seriously,

I was so desperate this week...

I invited Deirdre.

Okay, now you're doin' the wrong thing.

How'd you get out of that?

I pretended to drop a ball.

- Took one for the team.
- Mm-hm.

Aww.

Hello? Safe to come in?

Is the open house closed?

- Come on in. Coast is clear.
- I got us some sushi.

So tell me, uh, how did it
go at the "Beige-a-palooza"?

A lot of interest. One
definite, two potential offers.

I might show it again next week

just to drive the interest up even more.

All right, so, um, so your
magical moving worked, I guess.

Always does. Oh, there
was a little mishap.

I was moving a photo into a
drawer and the glass broke.

- Which photo?
- The one on your bedside table.

I must've hit it on the corner,

and it just shattered.

- Why were you even touching it?
- Well, it was a personal item,

and you were supposed to tuck it away.

- It is a personal item.
- No, I understand.

- But it's only that...
- You said they move Picassos,

that nothing would get broken.

And, unfortunately, this
was my bad, not theirs,

but it can be fixed.

Only the glass is broken,
the photo's intact,

so I'll just replace the glass.

You can't just replace the glass.

That picture was on his side of the bed.

He touched that glass all the time.

You... the, the glass
is not replaceable.

Well... I'm sorry.

Well, you don't seem very sorry.

You're sitting there,
you know, pretty casually.

You know, "Oh, it just...
We'll just replace the glass.

You know, it's not...
No big deal. No worries."

No worries? He was the,
the love of my life.

Actually... I'm not
like that at all. I...

Well, that's, that's how it seems to me.

He's gone, it's broken,
and no one can fix it.

I am very sorry, I am.

I assure you, I had no intention

of being insensitive to your situation.

Sometimes...

people aren't aware of how
insensitive they may seem...

and, I guess, today
that could apply to me.

Or to you... at
the restaurant the other day.

Me? How was I insensitive?

When we were talking about me
dating, you said something like...

Well, no, it wasn't "something like."

I... remember exactly
what it was. You said...

"Well, it's great you're still
putting yourself out there."

"Well, it's great you're still
putting yourself out there.

"Good for you, Seema,
trying to find yourself a man

to marry after all
those years of no luck."

No, no, that's not the way I meant it.

You know, I'm sure, but
that's how I heard it.

If I'm being really honest...

maybe you have a point, Carrie.

Maybe there's a little part of me

that doesn't feel sorry for you...

'cause at least you found
the love of your life

and you had him for many
wonderful years, and in my eyes,

that is something worth still
putting yourself out there for.

I agree.

Would you like some yellowtail?

Is it from the place on Madison?

And just like that...

we began our real friendship.

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