She drank some wine, put the glass down. Picked it up again and finished it, wiping her bottom lip with her thumb. “Easy, tiger,” he said. “Ha! Why do men think women can’t hold their alcohol? It’s like you guys depend on us being weak and vulnerable even when we’re not. You’re drinking tonight, but I can’t?” “I’m sorry. I was only kidding. Really. I didn’t mean it like that. You don’t seem vulnerable. Maybe you should behave more like it, but you don’t,” he said. “Wait…I should?” “Hell, yeah. You invite a stranger…a man to your house? A suicidal stranger. I know you can’t stop thinking about
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