Hey, you've reached Ben. I'm probably at the gym or Stark's or eating ice cream--shh, I don't want to hear about it, Ender and Karla--but I'll get back to you when I turn the comm back on if you leave a message!
"Yeah, I don't think I'd recommend that one," John agreed. "I feel bad we haven't talked much since I left." Mainly because it'd been nearly two years, so obviously John sucked at this keeping in touch thing.
"Okay, so I was there with him, but it was completely trumped up based on his unfortunate taste in women," John explained. Maybe Gavin was trying to have that billion yet!
"Yeah, that's always the M.O. of those things. Usually ripping off their clothing while they run away, too." Not that he would ever watch those. Nope. Um.
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John frowned at his phone. "Regardless of all that, I'm sorry."
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In Ben's galaxy, Gavin was a father of
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He hadn't been paying the strictest attention to the plot, no.
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