Wishes
James finished his fourth firewhiskey. His cheeks were burning, and he clearly was more than tipsy, but she didn"t mind. Lily laughed at him as he was straightening his lopsided glasses. "You"re alright James?" she asked him, chuckling. "Of course. I can hold my liquor woman! Don"t worry," he answered, propping up an eyebrow. She giggled even more. "By the way," she told him slowly, "you haven"t seen anyone since Shelley, have you?" He shook his head no. "Why? Maybe you should." He shook his head again, a sad expression suddenly covering his eyes. "I don"t want to," he replied. "Why?" He stared intensely at her green eyes, and then he merely shrugged. "I don"t want to have a girlfriend I guess," he answered in low voice. "I don"t want to have to convince anyone." "As long as yo
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