Everything moved in slow motion. She looked very pale. Her heels clacked on the marble floor.
We had been separated so long, I hadn't processed yet how great it was to see her again. How much both of us had changed, at least on the outside. I was so glad to be out of Bakersfield. My pointy sideburns were gone. My hair wasn't as long. But I was still Irv Rorg. I could still be a stunt man again.
I'm writing this out exactly as it happened, because at the time I dropped her Macbook.
In slow motion, she said: "The baby is yours."
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