John Wayne and T are best friends.
This should not be shocking.
They've always been buds, while I'm merely a mediocre replacement for when T is gone.
Case in point: last night, T spent the night in Cheyenne for work purposes.
A distraught John Wayne called his daddy and told him exactly what's what.
Selfishly, I enjoyed our time, especially sleeping in our king size bed together.
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