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January 14, 2013
“Jake, he leans in, right? He’s hushed. An aftershave guy, turns out.”

“What’s he say?”

“He says, ‘Look, Tance...’”

“That’s you?”

“Yeah.”

“You said ‘Pilgrim.’ At the bar.”

“I said Pilgrim to you. To him, I’m Tance. Lemme finish.”

“Yeah.”

“He says, 'Look, Tance...'”

“Which is it, though, Pilgrim or Tance? Or something else?”

“My momma didn’t name me Tance. She didn’t name me Pilgrim. None of it matters a cotton damn. I’m telling you about Jake, and this does concern you.”

“Right. OK.”

“He says, “Tance...’”

“Sorry. ‘Cotton damn’? I never heard that expression.”

“Are you for real?”

“What?”