I don’t know how I ended up so lucky. Normally, I’m the most unfortunate son of a bitch you’d ever meet.
“Hey, how’s Eleanor?” I asked, coming in to find two people sitting in the living room of sardine can sized apartment, not including my daughter.
“She’s fine,” said Natalie, my babysitter. “We had boatloads of fun, didn’t we, sweetie?”…
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