Correcting Christmas Page #10

Hey, Al.

- Nick.

- There you are.

Where were you?

I ran out to get you

a Christmas latte.

Oh, thank God.

Well,

it's just a grande.

It's not a venti.

But you're...

so thoughtful.

No, I just know

what you're like

before you get

your coffee.

Here. Come on.

We gotta hustle up

if we're gonna make it

to the old neighborhood

in time to wrap

presents at the club.

Right.

Sorry. It's been

a weird morning.

Well, maybe you

can tell me about it

on that long ride up

to your parents' place.

And, you know how I hate when

you go out without your ring.

Men hit on you.

Boys hit you.

Babies hit on you.

I saw this

sitting on the sink

by the dishes

on my way out,

so I thought I'd just

take it for safekeeping.

Boy, I never get tired

of doing that.

Merry Christmas, Al.

Merry Christmas, Nick.

Yo, shake a leg.

Stagecoach leaves now

with or without you.

Ali, he's your brother.

Now tell me is there

an off switch someplace?

Uh, no.

You're welcome

to check, though.

I will.

All right, come on.

Let's go.

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