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In his drunken stupor, Rocky wobbled in the phone booth outside the Whaler. He’d closed one eye and managed to slip a quarter into the coin slot. A sense of pride filled him when he managed to dial her number. I not only drive better drunk, I dial better, too. He snorted at his joke.
After a click and a short pause, the phone on the other end of the line rang loudly in his ear. Rocky’s mouth was dry. He ran his tongue around his lips. The taste of stale beer and cigarettes was all that remained of the evening. Through the fog in his mind, he wondered what he would say to the b***h. She had stood him up too often. She had to pay for what she’d done with his heart. He decided to dump her, yeah, that’s what he’d do.
Lifting the receiver from the cradle, it seemed heavier than before. He
