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Not a Morning Person

“Hey, Parker,” Baxter said woozily, bruises under his eyes, “about Friday...”  He leaned weakly against the locker.  “Did we...?”

“Huh?” I asked in confusion, zipping my Calculus book into my backpack.

The hulking linebacker actually blushed.  “I can't remember much.  That usually happens when a) I've had a concussion, or b) I've been drinking.  Did we have too many shots, and then, y'know...?”  He blushed.

No,” I said firmly.  “Definitely not, Baxter.”

“Oh, ok.  Phew,” he said.  “Hey, it was fun and all- at least, I think it was- but I don't think we're built for one another, if yah know what I mean.  You're too intense for me.”

I smiled.  “You're right, Baxter.  Friends?” I asked, extending my hand.

“Right,” he said, slapping it.  My pa

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