Chapter Forty-Eight
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Taken aback, I stared at him.
"I know a pizza joint that's open until midnight. It's a hole in the wall, but the food is pretty good."
Snap out of it; answer him.
Say no.
Say yes.
Lie and say you have plans.
Take advantage of the opportunity.
Forget it. You'll only screw up any progress you've made.
Peter busied himself packing up his laptop, unaware of my inner battle.
"Or there's Chinese or Thai. I'm flexible," he continued.
Flexible.
In a flash, the rational side of my mind lost, and unbidden memories of just how flexible flooded my mind.
