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Anyone wanna go to the track?

*simply raises an eyebrow*

To...watch....the horses. Not bet on them. Nothin' like that.

Need I remind you I've got the mom gene? I don't believe you. Are there not more productive uses of the $500 you got last night? Not that it's my business... at all.

Like what?

Books, movies, other entertainment, investing it in something that's not horses? I don't know, but surely there's SOMETHING. *shakes her head, laughing a little*

Nah, me and Kevin are planning on doubling this at the track. We got a real good tip on a horse down there.

Did I say Kevin? I just meant me. Its this stupid brain'a mine always makin' me say things that I don't mean to say. So anyway... how're things?

*SIGHS* you really don't want to say Kevin's name along with Track. Trust me. My man will fly from London to NYC just to punch you both.

No no no no, no need to do that, see, I was just confused cause Kevin normally goes to the track with me, but uh... I just remembered he gave that up so, no need to have anyone fly here.

mmhmm. Mom sense tingling.

Why is it tingling? I'm the most honest person you'll ever meet. No exaggeration. Seriously. I mean okay...maybe I've lied a few times but who doesn't?

You're lying now. Honestly, I'd prefer you were honest, even if I don't like it.

I'm not lying. Really, its just me goin' to the track. Don't even worry about it.

Mmmhmm. Well, it was nice associating you both for a day. It will be the last time.

Kevin is gonna kill me. He said:

"I'm not talkin' smack you around a lot Joey, I'm gonna kill you."

Shit he's comin' I gotta run.

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