Ben told Barbara that they'd have to gang up and convince me to come with Glenn to Berlin for New Years.
"I don't think we have to convince her," Barbara said. "I think they want to come over, right April?"
We definitely do. It simply depends on how to arrange the time off, and I might have to make a mad dash for a mere two-day stay in Berlin.
"It all depends on where the holiday falls, and how many days I get off work. I dunno... what day does New Years fall on?"
Barbara shrugged and smirked. "January 1st?"
Smartarsch.
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