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“Do these lights look blurry to you, too?” he said, gripping the steering | “Do these lights look blurry to you, too?” he said, gripping the steering | ||
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We laughed. I was never afraid with any of the boys I dated. Nothing bad had ever happened to anyone I knew yet. Bob Ossowski returned to the table with Matt Carpenter from purchasing, and Matt pulled up a chair along- side me. He smelled of bourbon and his eyes lit on me the way they often did at work. | |||
“So, this is the guy, eh?” he said. “The lucky guy.” | |||
I folded my hands in my lap, a gesture that calmed me. “Paul,” I said, “this is Matt.” | |||
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