#77308 - My free hand wrapped around his head, fingers playing in his wet hair as I guided him down. He popped the top of the beer and then clicked it against the empty bottle just to my left as sort of a toast and thanked me in a sarcastic, I-always-get-what-I-want tone of voice. I’d almost forgotten about the other man, Jack, who was sitting in the same place he was before, now finishing the Corona that his friend had taken from me and grinning from ear to ear.
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