At the end of the party I was hesitant to ride home with Rex because he had been drinking. He laughed at my fears and told me that he had only had two beers the entire evening and was certainly not drunk. Still, I suggested that since I had my learner’s permit maybe I should be the one to drive. “Whatever,” he said, handing me the keys. Read the rest of the story »
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