Wait a minute, that's no starburst... So discovers our good-natured, easygoing Alex, by this time well into an evening that has picked up a momentum all its own. There’s a reason Alex didn’t want to take little RJ to the playground without wife Emily on that one fine day. Two weeks freshly arrived in Los Angeles from Seattle, he doesn’t know a soul, and they don’t even have the proper clothing unpacked yet. Isolated and sporting peculiar attire, a solo excursion promises nothing good, because as Alex points out, one can’t exactly walk up to a stranger and say, “Hey, want to be friends?” Because that would be weird, you’d come across like...
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