Carlos looked at him. “Huh? Oh, you mean on the radio? Yeah, I…” Carlos looked down, scratching the back of his neck with a soft chuckle. “Yeah… Yeah, that’s me,” he confirmed.
“Oh. Cool.” he said, nodding, with a dry humor, “Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool. I’ve injured a local celebrity. Great.”
Carlos snorted softly. “No I wouldn’t call myself a celebrity… and I’m not injured, it was just a scratch. Hey… have you had your mandated weekly pizza yet?”
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