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H-- and I continue to bicker over stupid stuff. Last night, she came up with a great idea to end the nonsense. “Let’s go back to when we were fifteen,” she said, “and pretend our parents are our biggest problem.”
“That shouldn’t be difficult,” I told her.
She picked me up at six and said she had to be home at ten. I wasn’t sure if she was serious or not.
We drove to the waterfront and slugged a few shots of tequila before we got out of the car. “Twenty bucks each,” she said. “That’s all we have to spend. No credit cards, and not a word about work.”
I took a twenty out of my wallet, and then threw my wallet out the...
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