(for once, there's no smile, real of phony, when he opened the door, gesturing for the boy to get inside. no chuuya, but the signs of domestic war bliss are rather visible. alas, he sits at the table, stretching his arms above his head and waiting for the boy to do the same.)
You know, Scott. I know a lot about you, but you don't know much about me at all. I want to tell you a few stories.
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You know, Scott. I know a lot about you, but you don't know much about me at all. I want to tell you a few stories.