we asked.
     “Albuquerque.”
     “How did you end up here?”
     “In a car,” squirming, once more.
     “Who's car?” we asked.
     “Somebody's.” came the reply. “Can I please go back to sleep now,” he pleaded with the two of us.
     We briefly mulled over his request. We weren't actually getting anywhere with our questioning, and most of what he had said to us had to be lies. He seemed to earnestly believe he was a frog named Marcus, had come from out of state and was completely oblivious as to how he had arrived naked in my bed. But his answers were funny, and it was my bed after all that he had so rudely crashed onto. So,...

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