Marc was theorizing about the attractiveness of the late-night radio DJ when Devon jerked the car toward the curb.
A man on the sidewalk weaved in a serpentine, hunched, clutching an empty pint.
Devon hopped out.
“C’mon buddy, I’ll give ya a ride wherever you’re going.”
They dropped him at the Hotel Yorba, Devon helping him to the door.
Marc stared at his f…
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