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Justin doesn’t immediately follow Brian and Michael out of Woody‘s. He takes a sip of his soda, scans the bar, wipes his damp palms on his jeans. Collects himself. He figures he wastes one full minute before he gives up and heads outside -- in time to see Brian peeling off down the road.
His legs still feel weak. He squares his shoulders and ignores the way Brian’s friends are talking about him. And he agrees to grab a bite to eat with Michael. Know your enemy, after all. Besides, he needs time to plan his next step of the evening. |
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