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“‘I need to go home. Call me a cab.’

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I don’t know.”

I closed my eyes and sat on the curb. (Or was it the front steps?) I heard the door close behind me. When I opened my eyes a taxi was in front of me. I don’t remember what colour it was, just that it was a white man with a moustache driving. I managed to recite my address to him. My date asked him to take me home. He made me confirm that I had money. I reached in my back pocket and pulled out a $20 bill. I closed my eyes and assured him I would not throw up.

I wasn’t drunk. I only had two beers.”

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