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... r team," that devilish voice appeared again in O’Neal’s head. Annoyed, O’Neal guzzled down a gulp of champagne and the voice vanished completely.
O’Neal shook his head, nope, couldn’t drink anymore.
If he kept going, he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to handle the 5-foot-5, 36D lady tonight.
Drinking just the right amount often had the added effect of being able to go into overtime, but if he went overboard, he might not even be able to get into fighting shape.
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