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"I just want to watch the game, Alan," Walden sighed, his tall frame slumped on the sofa that used to belong to a very different, much more cynical man.
The living room of the Malibu beach house felt colder than usual, and not just because of the ocean breeze. Walden Schmidt, the billionaire who had recently bought the house to nurse a broken heart, was staring at the TV remote as if it were a complex piece of alien technology.
Walden smiled, finally feeling at home. "Bourbon. But only if you don't try to hide the bottle in the closet."
"Truth is expensive, Walden," Alan said, pointing at the TV as his onscreen self hid in a closet. "Lies are rent-free. Much like my current lifestyle."
"Well, the game is blacked out," Alan chirped, far too happy for someone living in another man’s house for free. "But look on the bright side! I found something better. It’s a classic."
"I just want to watch the game, Alan," Walden sighed, his tall frame slumped on the sofa that used to belong to a very different, much more cynical man.
The living room of the Malibu beach house felt colder than usual, and not just because of the ocean breeze. Walden Schmidt, the billionaire who had recently bought the house to nurse a broken heart, was staring at the TV remote as if it were a complex piece of alien technology.
Walden smiled, finally feeling at home. "Bourbon. But only if you don't try to hide the bottle in the closet."
"Truth is expensive, Walden," Alan said, pointing at the TV as his onscreen self hid in a closet. "Lies are rent-free. Much like my current lifestyle."
"Well, the game is blacked out," Alan chirped, far too happy for someone living in another man’s house for free. "But look on the bright side! I found something better. It’s a classic."
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