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Jim nodded and tipped the bottle to take a much-needed drink. Michael,
he noticed, drank his more casually.
"I couldn't believe it when Linda told me you wanted to meet me,"
Michael said.
"I can't believe I'm here," Jim said.
Both men stared down at the table. Michael was moving his beer bottle
around in ever-widening circles. Jim was glad to see it; it meant he
was nervous, too.
"Well.....since we are here......."
Michael didn't finish it and it made Jim feeling more like he was on an
even playing field.
"I gotta hand it to you, I admire your guts, coming to meet me face to
face like this," Michael said. "And without a gun," he added jokingly.
Jim didn't laugh and Michael's chuckle died in his throat.
"But who says you don't have a gun?" Michael said nervously.
"Did Linda tell you why I'm here?" Jim asked.
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