LXX: Graduation Party

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"I promise I won't forget to pick up the presents from the post office." Michael said as he was on the phone with Katherine

"You said that the last time for Christian's birthday and you forgot his presents."

He scoffed, "I didn't forget, plus he was grounded so it didn't matter whether I picked up the gift or not, he wasn't going to get it."

"Could you please write yourself a note or whatever you have to do to not forget, I'd really appreciate it." She said as he wrote on the back of a newspaper

"Ok dear, I'm writing it down now, you happy?"

She smiled, "Very. I know you don't like it when I constantly remind you of things, but let's face it, you're getting old." She said as he chuckled

"Old is a stretch, darling, you're all of five years younger than me, so if I'm old than that means you're old too."

"No dear, I'm still in my thirties, you are in your forties, you're crossing over into old man territory."

"You just won't let up will you?" He said as Dominic walked into the room and sat down
"I gotta go sweetie, but I'll see you later tonight and I won't forget the presents."

"Ok, I'll hold you to it and I'll talk with you later."

"Alright babe sounds good." He said and hung up the phone

"What's up old man?" Dominic said with a smirk

"I'm not old."

"Hey I hear ya, but compared to me and Katherine, you're old."

"You're two years younger than me, so don't even try it."

"Exactly, you're forty one and I'm thirty nine, that's two completely different decades." Dominic said as Michael huffed while he reached in his desk drawer for his hand gun

"Are you ready to go? Or do you wanna keep sitting here and calling me old?"

"I'm ready, you sure you don't need your glasses to see, grandpa?" Dominic laughed as he stood up and Michael did the same

"I don't need glasses to shoot that bobble head you got, you can see that shit from outer space."

"Oh! Alright then mr funny man, first one to land the shot buys the other whatever they want."

"Deal."


"That's a headshot, you owe me dinner." Dominic said

"Obviously not since they're still running."

"The bullet will eventually slow them down." He said as Michael shook his head and took the sniper rifle from Dominic's hand

"Give me this, clearly you don't know what you're doing. Fooling around with you and we'll be out here all damn night."

"I'm the original sharpshooter in the family, my aim is just a little off today."

"Well your aim must be off everyday because you haven't hit anything in months, and you wonder why I don't ask you to do anything related to shooting." Michael said as he shot and smiled
"Who's the old man now?"

"It's still you, just because your aim was good doesn't change the fact that you're still older than me."

"All I hear is a bunch of excuses. Luca, what time is it?"

"It's 6:30, sir."

"Oh shit, I gotta go!" Michael said giving the gun back to Dominic
"Take care of that for me, will ya?"

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