"I think you're right. I'll leave a voice mail on the drunk's machine tonight," she said pushing in her own chair and setting the repaired wine glass on the table.
Meka squished herself against Sim like being close to him would somehow fix everything that had gone wrong. "Sorry I turned you into a tramp," she gave him a little mischievous grin. "Ice cream sounds damn good."
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