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Chapter 3-2
Craig and Ben were both still very tense, or so it seemed to Richie, as if they were trying to keep their anger under control. Just as he was. Ben turned the sign on the front door to “closed” and drew the thick curtains, shutting them all out of sight of passing trade. Then he poured more wine into their glasses. Craig went looking for something to eat in the kitchen, and returned with a plate of assorted hors d’oeuvres. That was all fine by Richie. What did he care if they ate and drank all his hard work? After all, everything was over. Everything. He was planning to get well and truly drunk. Then maybe he could forget, even temporarily, the misery of this evening. The mockery of this evening! “You’re so f*****g difficult to discuss things with,” Craig growled. “I tried to tell you the
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