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JULIET: That’s not true.

FORD: Be real with me Juliet.

JULIET: Fine, I have a favor to ask.

FORD: Go on.

JULIET: They found asbestos in my building and the landlord decided he’s going to have it removed and renovate the apartments.

JULIET: We’re all getting paid to move out, but I need a place to stay.

JULIET: Just until I can find another place.

JULIET: I would go with Paige but her boyfriend is allergic to cats and I can’t leave Lodhi behind.

FORD: You mean the demon spawn who hissed at me?

JULIET: He’s not a demon. He just doesn’t like assholes.

FORD: I’m going to let that one slide since you’re here asking me so nicely for help.

FORD: When do you need to be out by?

JULIET: This weekend.

FORD: Shit that’s soon.

JULIET: My landlord isn’t known for being the most gracious of men.

FORD: Let me make a few phone calls.

JULIET: I can just sleep on your couch for a few days. It’s really not that big of a deal. I might even have a new place before you are back.

FORD: I don’t want you to have to stress, or end up in another shit hole apartment.

FORD: And don’t remind me we can’t all be all star baseball players and live in penthouses.

JULIET: I’ll be staying on your couch thanks.

FORD: Listen. I know you don’t want my help. But you need your space and freedom right now. And I need you safe.

JULIET: DO NOT GO OUT AND GET ME AN APARTMENT.

FORD: Fine. But at least take the spare room. And keep the orange spawn of satan out of my closet. I don’t need him shredding my shoes.

JULIET: That’s dogs.

FORD: I wouldn’t put it past him.

JULIET: It’s only for a few days. Maybe a week or two tops.

FORD: A few weeks. A few months. Whatever you need. It’s yours.

JULIET: Thank you.

FORD: De Nada.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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