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So.

[ He's speaking a little slowly, the bitterness properly enunciated in the slight tipsy slur to his voice. ]

… You know. I wasn't going to think anything of it, I have way better things to be working on and thinking about, but the more I think about it the more it's really burning me up. I mean, I really wasn't going to think anything of it but then--

[ He clicks his tongue and pauses to take another sip of whatever he's drinking. ]

I think that's really great. Really. My dad never remembered my birthday and he always blamed it on the leap year, but -- but my birthday's the twenty-eighth, that's just bullshit, right? I -- I, um -- it's so stupid, I don't even know if they remember either because I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be dead--

[ There's a clink as something breaks, and apparently spills as well. ]

Oopsie. What was I saying? Oh -- no, the worst part is I forgot about my birthday too! [ He laughs a little, quiet and forced and slightly whimpery. ] Usually Liz says it to me in the morning, but…

'm not sure what I'm trying to say actually. I'm just giving myself a headache.

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Well, who cares about thirty-one, right? Anyway, people always lose steam at the end of February.

Thirty-one is the new twenty-one, don't let anyone fool you.

That's one of the best things I've heard all day.

I have been known to cheer some people up some of the time. [Smiles.]

You're obviously pretty good at it.

I've had a lot of experience in the past with making people happy. My last job was basically making sure everyone was okay.

What was your last job?

...I was a receptionist at the police station near me.

Oh. I was going to guess doctor's receptionist.

...Unfortunately, not.

Still sounds... fun?

...It was a job. It wasn't fun or not fun, it just was.

Jobs can be fun.

I like my job here? I've never worked with the news like this before, it's kind of interesting.

I haven't either, honestly. Closest I came was my dad's friend was the editor to a big newspaper.

Really? That's pretty cool, actually. I didn't have any friends outside of work.

Opposite, for me. Back home, that is.

No friends at work?

Right. Just a bunch of my dad's old friends.

I know this probably isn't true, but I can't help but imagine a bunch of old guys sitting in rocking chairs out on a big porch, watching your every move.

[ He laughs. ]

Minus the porch, that's more accurate than you might think.

Old guys in rocking chairs, breathing down your neck... yeah, that sounds like a blast!

That's businessmen for you. But they also knew the company inside and out, so it wasn't all bad.

So where did you fit into all of that?

I was the CEO after my dad died.

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