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And Lincoln…

Lincoln had apparently texted ht’ve seeentleestures:

Just so you know, it took me fifteen

ether

again! (It orth it though)

Couch or bed next time for sure

Be ready…

Each of the es had made , I’d showered and slipped quickly into bed… still reeling from the most eventful weekend in my life — sexual or otherwise

Monday e and delirious combo, but one that delivered me over the two bus routes and five extra blocks to arrive at my office

Once there I took the garage entrance, not caring who I’d run into My brain argued that it was the shortest possible route, overruling my heart so I could arrive at my desk just that much sooner

I was still waiting for the elevators when my car drove by

At first, I didn’t recognize it At least not without me in it But then I did a double-take, just in ti out from behind the silhouette of the driver’s head

What the fuck?

My car — my beloved little car! — raced up the ramp and disappeared into the next level The elevator doors opened and closed without le step forward, that’s how miffed I was to see my own vehicle speed past

That bastard!