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I texted Marco right before I left at midnight, telling him to behave and I’d see him in a couple of days.
He quickly sent back:Did you at least have fun, you stubborn shit?
My reply was, Language! And yes, I did. Good night.
The rest of the evening with Wayne had been entertaining, as he gave me a running commentary about the people around us, which was hilarious, as I’d come to expect. He had a wicked sense of humor, and no one was immune. I didn’t think I could ever imagine a sad, closed off Wayne, so his ex must have done a real number on him. That kind of love and devotion was something I hadn’t realized until now that I really, really wanted. And it was too soon to even be thinking about things like that with a man I barely knew.
Wasn’t it?
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