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| �Gave me time to hone my turn down,� I replied.
Never one to back down from a challenge, Josh straightened his poster and hitched his backpack up a little higher on his shoulder. �That�s why I didn�t do it over the phone,� Josh tossed back. �Your showing up does have a nice nostalgic symmetry,� I admitted. I had to at least give him that. �Style points,� Josh nodded. �If nothing else.� �Substance, too,� Josh said. �This guy�s the real deal,� he continued, getting to the serious part of the conversation. Flashes of a similar conversation on a New York street corner assaulted me. �You said that last time,� I pointed out. �And look how right I was. Tell me you don�t miss it.� �I don�t miss it,� I said, only half sure that what I was saying was the truth. Something was missing from my life, but I still wasn�t quite sure what it was. Josh rolled his eyes. Even after so much time living on opposite sides of the country�not to mention the fact that Josh had spent the last year campaigning and not returning any of my attempts at communications�Josh could still read me the same way he could back when we were starting out in the White House. �Liar,� he said. �Attorney,� I corrected as we headed for a table and sat down across from each other. �Amazing thing, what you did,� I said. I have always been one to give credit where credit was due, and Josh deserved to hear that what he had done was nothing short of a miracle. �Well that�s the easy part. It�s what you do with it that counts,� Josh said as he crossed his legs. I was, quite honestly, awed by the lack of ego in that statement. �You know how much I�m making now?� Josh groaned. �It�s gonna make me want to puke.� �Not make you want to. You�ll actually puke.� �So you can afford to come back to Washington and work for a government wage,� Josh said. I�m sure it was a sound argument in his head, but it lacked something when he verbalized it. He wasn�t, however, wrong. It could easily go back to living on a government salary. That didn�t meant I wanted to, though. �I can afford to do good work right here. You wouldn�t believe what I�ve gotten the firm to do�you should come work with me,� I said, disregarding the fact that Josh had never actually practised law, let alone the fact that I had been the first one to tell him that he wasn�t a real lawyer on more than one occasion. We both knew Josh would never leave politics, that he was destined to follow in Leo�s footsteps, but I wanted Josh to know that he had non-political options that would still allow him to help make the world a better place. |
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