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His eyes didn’t look as sharp as they had been, though. There was a tall, empty glass in front of him on the bar. She caught a strong whiff of alcoh...l as she stopped next to him. “Hi,” she said. “Did you have a drink?”He looked at her as if she’d suddenly popped into the air next to him. “I asked for some ice tea,” he said.“I think he gave you the special blend they grow on Long Island; it’s potent stuff,” she said. “Listen, I arranged for the USB to be installed tomorrow morning, but I had to. You might not last otherwise.”I sat back. “Huh?” I could feel myself starting to get tired again, and it was getting hard to think straight.She got off of me and arranged her skirt. “Go home, Tom. Come see me when you’re feeling fully restored, alright?”“Um, okay...” I got unsteadily to my feet and gave her a kiss which turned into another and almost started us making out again, but then she pushed me away, her face flushed.“Go,” she urged me. I went.I slept until morning when Kate handed me. More

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