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... ine," I replied, lowering my cup. "What kind of help?"
He hesitated again, then looked down briefly before meeting my eyes. "About... my life."
I let out a short breath through my nose. "I don’t think I’m the right guy for that," I said. "Mine’s already a mess. What do you mean by ’life’?"
He rubbed his hands together nervously. "There’s this woman I like," he said. "But I don’t know how to talk to her."
I stared at him. "Okay... and you came to me because...?" ...
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