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" At first I thought Dad must have sensed there was trouble, because he called me today for the first time in over a month. He said he was just getting in touch to check up \u2014 and to see if he could borrow some money.  &amp;quot;For what?&amp;quot; I asked.  &amp;quot;One of the those dish things \u2014 this way, I don&amp;#039;t have to miss a single Jets game this year.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Yeah, well you&amp;#039;re just going to have to ask George for that. He&amp;#039;s the moneybags of the family.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Who&amp;#039;s George?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Your son-in-law.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Brittany&amp;#039;s husband.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Oh, right. The greedy jerk.&amp;quot;  He asked what I was up to, listened for a few seconds, then countered with a similar story \u2014 only more spectacular. All my life, I&amp;#039;ve put up with that crap. If I tell him I met a hot girl, he tells me he met an even hotter girl. If I tell him I got seats to a game, he tells me he&amp;#039;s got even better seats. On this particular day, however, his one-upmanship really irritated me. I wasn&amp;#039;t going to get into it with him about his lies concerning sex with Holly but, as usual, he forced me over the edge.  &amp;quot;So, I figured out who Charlene&amp;#039;s father is, and guess what, Dad.&amp;quot;  The line went dead for a second. I thought he&amp;#039;d hung up on me.  &amp;quot;Who&amp;#039;s Charlene?&amp;quot; he said.  &amp;quot;Holly&amp;#039;s daughter. You remember Holly, don&amp;#039;t you?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;What about Holly? Is she all right?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You tell me.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re talking in riddles. Speak English.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;How&amp;#039;s this? You never slept with Holly, and Charlene is not your daughter.&amp;quot;  He turned off the TV, which was blaring in the background. &amp;quot;Wait, which one was Holly?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Why would you lie to me about something like that? Haven&amp;#039;t you screwed up my life enough?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I wasn&amp;#039;t lying. I remember it exactly. She was an actress, was into that yogurt crap.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;That was Jesse! The girlfriend you actually did sleep with. Holly lives in L.A. Oh, and it&amp;#039;s yoga!&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Why are you yelling at me?&amp;quot;  If he didn&amp;#039;t know the answer to that question, then we had nothing else to talk about. Just as I was about to hang up, I heard him ask: &amp;quot;Who&amp;#039;s Holly?&amp;quot; "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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