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December 10, 1996
Joe Louis Arena, Detroit MI
"So Kol, can you do me that favour? Just keep him entertained, for like half an hour, while I finish my laundry," Damon beseeched childishly, with his hands clasped together in a prayer.
Kol grumbled, "Why did you even ask him out to dinner if you knew you had to run errands?"
Damon persisted, "Look, I didn't think time would be so tight. You know I absolutely can't stand a pile of dirty clothes. And I always do laundry after a game, it's my ritual. If I don't get it done, I'll be a very unhappy man in the next few days. Which will affect my performance. Which means I won't score the game winner. Which means we won't get the points. Which means…"
"Okay, just shut the fuck up! I'll do it. I'll take him to the Post after the game, we'll chill until you can come okay?" Kol recommended.
"No, you can't go to the Post…" Damon began.
"Okay, Salvatore, I've had enough of you! First, you beg me to keep him entertained and when I suggest the entertainment, you're against it! Either I bring him to the Post, or I don't spend any time with him at all," Kol threatened.
Damon retracted. "Okay, Kol, whatever you say."
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