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"You're letting a good offer go by," he gave her a mischievous wink. "I got it right the first time." He settled feeling a warmth in her touch. "I've never apologized for anything." He'd never seen his way of life as means to feel bad for who he left behind. Things were changing, the wanderer was growing up.

That's when the headache hit and he squeezed his eyes shut as the wine kicked him around like a bag if sand, as if Dionysus were there to actually gut him. He might take her up on the medicine offer. "This is worse than a shot of everclear and absinthe put together."

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