Contract Over, One Hundred Boys

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I'd been married to Sarah Armstrong for eight freakin' years.

And she'd brought home ninety-nine guys.

I stared at the hundredth one， this young punk in front of me.

He gave me this cocky look， then turned to Sarah.

"Sarah， is this your…husband? The one who can't get anything right?"

Sarah leaned back in her chair， all bored.

"Yep， that's him， Mikey."

Mikey swaggered over and actually patted my cheek， laughing.

"Listen close tonight， old timer. You might learn something about how real