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Eric’s not home.
The four of us- me, Ben, Dave and Manny, look for the key to his back door. Ben lifts up a potted, wilting fern. “There we go,” he says, unlocking the door and swinging it wide open. The guys think...
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“I’ll drive Katie home,” I say to Roy, plucking the keys from his hand.
Roy gives me his trademark crooked grin, then chugs the dregs from his bottle of beer. Roy and Katie are the envy of coupledom in our circle of friends. Roy is devastatingly cute, Katie is sweet and...
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It’s the weekend, we’re all hanging out at Eric’s place.
Eric’s rich, at least by our standards. He lived in Vegas and worked as a mortgage loan-something-or-other. Whatever he did, it’s far beyond our comprehension. No one really knows why Eric moved back...
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Everyone calls him by his last name: Brooks.
His friends, his father, even his wife, Lee Ann. He has to calm her down all the time. Her temper tantrums are epic. She’s cold and mean, eyeing every last one of us with suspicion. To her, everything...
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