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I watched his neck move as he drank.

Jack slipped the whiskey back into the slot between the driver’s seat and the stick shift, crooked his arm around the neck of the girl sitting next to him and kissed her, openmouthed and open-eyed, while looking at me in the backseat. The two of them broke apart with a loud and satisfied noise, like someone getting hit. Jack reached around and grabbed my knee.

“Where to, ladies?” he asked, grinning and squeezing.

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