Tell me something though. What color is this shirt?” “The shirt you’re wearing?” Rob asks, sounding confused. “Yeah.” “Uh…it’s kind of a pinkish-peach color, I guess.” Mother. Fucker. I live with the devil. Slamming my beer down, I dig out my wallet and hold it open for Rob. “Grab a twenty out of there. Will you?” “Wh-why?” “Just do it. I owe you.” After he rifles a bill free, I close it up and stuff it back in my pocket, then rise. “Can you give me a ride?” I ask. “Y-yeah. Sure. Where do you need to go?” “Riley?” Val calls. “What’s wrong?” “Anywhere. I don’t give a shit,” I inform
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