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Chapter 8

This could actually be fun. He hadn’t been out in months, and it was nice to meet up with people. It felt like old times, when going out was a nightly thing. He grabbed his sketch pad, pencil, and messenger bag, and headed out. His thoughts flashed to Jordan for a moment. The two times he’d seen theguy he wasn’t without his guitar, just like he always carried around his messenger bag and sketch pad—it was part of who Trevor was and assumed it was the same for Jordan. I really have to stop obsessing over Jordan…okay maybe obsessing isn’t the word, but over-analyzing is definitely it.

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He ordered a cab. He wasn’t the drinking type, but it would be easier than finding a place to park. Withthe rain not letting up, it would make it easier to be dropped out front rather than be soaked by the time he entered the club.