‘Would you like a smoke?’ says the dude with the ponytail.
‘Would you like a smoke?’ says the dude with the ponytail.
‘Well, um, no, um, maybe,’ I say, checking the time.
11 a.m. Six hours to go before the speech. Five-and-a-half if you count the radio interview with the ex-mayor of San Diego, which I suppose I could cancel if things get messy.
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