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“"C’mon," she said. "This is the most fun I’ve had in years. This is a night out for me." "Jesus. That’s depressing. You don’t go out?" "Not really." "What about just, like, for a beer?" "I don’t drink." He persisted. "Not even for one beer?" "That would be drinking." "You never go out for one beer?" "This is getting off the point." But he was determined. "What about a coffee?"”

“"My point is, I’m kinda easy to talk into things, that’s why I got the problems I got. People say shit like, ‘Wait in the car and keep it running, I just gotta run in and do something,’ or ‘I know this guy in Dousman needs a favor,’ and I say, ‘Yeah, sure, I just point the gun at my foot and pull the trigger, is that what I do?’ Bang! ‘Ow! What a surprise, I blew my toe off. Should I do it again? Okay!’ But I have spent a lot of time working on my personal self and talking to smart people and learning to ask what’s good for me and to not just dive into shit. Which is what I am doing right now, okay? I am taking a fucking moment." "I understand. I respect that." "It is very, very important to learn to tell everybody in the whole world to fuck off all the time. It took me forever to learn that." "I’m not sure that was the exact message you were supposed to—" But he glared at her, so she stopped and recharted her course. "I’m sorry. I get you had some bad stuff happen to you. I was not being cool." "Okay. Good. That’s more like it." He took a deep breath and let it out again, then pulled a flashlight off a battery charger on the wall next to the desk and headed for the gate that led deeper into the building. "You coming or what?"”