Jim had finished the last of his ice cream, and even the cone. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, and tossed that in a trash can. He turned, walking backwards as he talked. As if there was nothing behind him and he was willing to handle the risk.
"It'll be an open invitation," Jim replied, flashing a broad smile.
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