Recently, I've said to several of my closest friends: listen, let's be serious for a moment. If, in a few years, I'm still working shit jobs like this, please promise you'll do the decent thing. Please promise you'll have a hit taken out on me. Can you just promise me that?
And then they'll say something rational and irrefutable like: but what about Claire? What would she do without a father?
And then I'll make some guttural frustrated sound in concession and hang up the phone.
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