“Do you think we should go, though?” Simon asked. It was four in the morning, and Ant was driving them back to their apartment to shower, change clothes, and perhaps, even sleep for an hour or two. “Go where?” Ant said, yawning. “To San Francisco,” Simon said. “For what purpose?” “To get hitched,” Simon said. “I didn’t know you wanted to get married.” “Well, it wasn’t an option before,” Simon said. “You can’t know you want something until it’s an option.” “I think we have to finish the game before we can even think of doing anything else,” Ant said. “You’re right. Of course you’re right.” By 8
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