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Micah’s brows shot down. “Going out of town was not good for you. Maybe I need to go baptize you in that lake and hope it cleanses the grump out of you.”
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them again. “You’re right. I’m sorry. Bad day.”
“What’s your excuse for all the other days?” I asked.
“Mostly you,” he said.