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No Idea 

“Her dad won’t even let her talk to me. What did you two do to that guy!?” Jamie Halpert had his father’s eyes and height, and his mother’s hair and smile. He wasn’t smiling now.

“Nothing. Well, I mean, nothing too bad. It’s…it’s a long story, buddy. Seriously, though? You’re probably better off not getting involved with that family. They’re a special brand of crazy.”

Jim’s son turned to him in disbelief, his eyes haunted. “She’s not. Dad, you have no idea what it is like to sit across from her and not be able to…she’s everything, Dad, and she’s sitting right there and I can’t…you don’t know. You just don’t know.”

Jim glanced out the living room window to see his wife walking across the lawn. She noticed him looking and smiled up at him with a half-wave.

“I know..." he trailed off and turned back to the young man staring at him. "Listen. We will fix this. I’ll call her dad for you.”

“You will?” His voice betrayed hope and concern. “Do you think that will help?”

“Trust me, Jamie. I have a way with Dwight K. Schrute.”