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c
e
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id
s
e
t
up
t
h
e
b
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er
s,
she
a
rra
n
g
e
d
th
e
m
on
h
e
r
t
r
a
y
a
nd h
ea
d
e
d
f
or
the
t
a
ble
w
h
er
e
h
e
r
hun
k
y st
r
a
n
g
e
r
s
a
t.
M
a
y
be
she
c
ould w
ra
n
g
le
a
n
int
r
odu
c
tion
out
of
G
ra
d
y
.
F
or
some
rea
son,
P
e
y
ton
h
a
d
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fee
li
n
g
th
a
t
this
m
a
n
wouldn
’
t
be
into
re
l
a
tionships.
He
look
e
d like
he
kn
e
w
s
e
x
inside
a
nd
out
a
nd
put
the
di
r
t
y
i
nto
it.
Y
ea
h,
h
e’
d
be p
erf
e
c
t.
“
H
e
r
e
y
ou
g
o,
g
u
y
s.”
S
he
h
a
nd
e
d
e
ac
h m
a
n his b
e
er
.
W
h
e
n
she
g
ot
to
the st
ra
n
g
e
r
,
he
g
r
a
bb
e
d
h
e
r
w
r
ist
inst
ea
d
of
the b
eer
.
S
he
m
e
t his
e
y
e
s
without blinkin
g
.
“
You miss
e
d,”
she
t
e
a
s
e
d
.
“
Nop
e
,
g
ot wh
a
t
I
w
a
s
a
i
ming
f
o
r
.
W
h
a
t
’
s
y
our
n
a
m
e
?
”
“
Pe
y
ton.
W
h
a
t
’
s
y
ou
r
s
?
”
“
R
y
k
e
r
.”
H
e
l
e
t
g
o of
h
e
r
w
r
ist to t
a
ke
the
b
e
e
r
.
S
he
smil
e
d
a
nd
g
a
ve
G
r
a
d
y a
pl
a
y
f
ul
h
u
g
b
ef
o
r
e
s
a
unt
er
i
n
g
o
f
f
to t
a
ke
a
noth
e
r
r
ound
of o
r
d
er
s.
The h
a
i
r
s
on
the b
ac
k
of h
e
r n
ec
k
stood up
a
ll
e
v
e
nin
g
.
S
he
kn
e
w
he
w
a
t
c
h
e
d
h
e
r
a
nd
the
thou
g
ht
th
r
ill
e
d
h
er
.
I
f
he
w
e
r
e
with
G
r
a
d
y
a
nd
the
oth
er
s,
he
h
a
d
to
be
s
a
fe
—
b
a
si
ca
l
l
y
. Y
ea
h, she
w
a
nt
e
d him.
His
g
r
oup
b
r
o
k
e up
a little
af
t
e
r
midn
i
g
ht
a
nd
b
e
g
a
n
l
e
a
vi
n
g
.
The b
a
r
didn
’
t
c
lose
till
on
e
,
a
nd
it
w
a
s
usu
a
l
l
y
two
b
e
f
o
r
e
she
w
a
s
o
f
f
.
No w
a
y would
h
e
still
be
h
a
n
g
i
n
g
ar
ound
a
t
th
a
t
time
of
mo
r
ni
n
g
.
M
a
y
be he
would
c
ome
b
ac
k
n
e
x
t
w
ee
k.
S
he
wo
r
k
e
d
Thu
r
sd
a
y th
r
o
u
g
h
S
a
tu
r
d
a
y
s
a
t
the b
a
r
a
n
d
w
a
it
e
d
t
a
bl
e
s
on
S
und
a
y
s
a
nd
Mond
a
y
s. M
a
y
b
e
she
should
s
e
ar
c
h
G
ra
d
y out
a
nd
f
ind
o
u
t
mo
r
e
a
bout
R
y
k
e
r
.
B
ut
th
e
n
a
g
a
in,
she
didn
’
t
w
a
nt
to
a
p
p
e
a
r
too
a
n
x
ious.
Th
a
t
would tu
r
n
a m
a
n
like him
o
f
f
in
a
s
ec
ond.
No,
sh
e
’
d
w
a
it
a
nd
s
e
e
wh
a
t h
a
pp
e
n
e
d.
B
y two
th
a
t
mo
r
nin
g
,
Pe
y
t
on
’
s
should
er
s
w
er
e
ki
l
ling
h
er
.
Th
e
y
’
d h
a
d
a
fa
i
r
l
y bu
s
y n
i
g
ht
s
o
th
er
e
w
a
s
a
lot
to
c
l
ea
n
up.
W
ith
th
re
e
of th
e
m
wo
r
king the
f
loo
r
,
it
didn
’
t
t
a
ke
a
s
long
a
s
she
fea
r
e
d
it
would.
S
he
w
a
s
rea
d
y
f
or
a
hot
show
e
r
a
nd
some
sl
ee
p.
H
e
r
shi
f
t
a
t
the
din
e
r st
ar
t
e
d
a
t
e
l
e
v
e
n the
n
e
x
t mo
r
nin
g
.
W
e
ll, th
a
t mo
r
ning
a
c
tu
a
l
l
y
.