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I loved when he was happy and playful. And I was impressed that he was able to be despite Melissa's onslaught. He was definitely better at dealing with her than I was. I tended to always just give in. I followed him into the kitchen. "Were you guys just drinking straight vodka? No chaser or anything?" Melissa asked. "We both just really needed a drink," James said and sat down in one of the stools at the counter. "Gross." Melissa opened up the fridge. She was always so comfortable everywhere she went. And she had already made herself completely at home in James' apartment. James and my apartment. I still needed to tell her that I was moving in with him. She poured a can of cherry coke into a glass, topped it off with some vodka, and leaned against the counter. "Why did you both need a d
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