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Then Pete said the strangest thing, the boldest proposition. I didn't ask him to repeat his invitation. I simply rephrased what he asked me:
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And he was so shy, he looked down and said,
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I think Blue's got some cash so I ask him if he wants to go get a case of beer and he's so drunk he asks me if I want to have dinner with him tomorrow and I guess I'm drunk too and I say sure.
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