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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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