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I lie back on the couch, feeling

defeated. "That was such a stupid thing to

do. How is the asshole?"

He stands and pours a glass of

water from a jug, setting it on the coffee

table in front of me. "He's alive if that's

what you mean. You should drink up."

“Too bad. If you and my dad had

given me five more minutes, that wouldn’t

be the case.”