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“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” I said, walking over to him and looping my arm under his to guide him to our room.
Helping him undress was no small feat. He swayed, laughing at nothing, as I struggled to pull his shoes off.
There, on his chest, right above where I had written my playful message, was a reply: smudged and faded but unmistakable. “Keep the change.”
At first, I laughed. It seemed like the kind of thing one of his friends would do after a few drinks.
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