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Tears in Beers

"What the hell was that?" Heather demanded as Trent came back to where he'd left her standing in the doorway of the convenience store.

"That was a fist bump," he explained. "Now… if you'll excuse me… I need a Gatorade."

"But… did you just stop here because you saw her car?" Heather followed him, the tone of her voice grating on his last

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