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... smelled of wood and whiskey, and the low hum of voices greeted me as I reached them. Jonathan was at the far end, his loud laugh cutting through the chatter, standing with two girls who looked like they’d stepped out of a magazine. I shoved my hands in my jeans pockets, my black t-shirt loose but sticking to my back from the evening heat outside, and made my way over.
Jonathan spotted me before I got halfway, his face splitting into a grin as he waved me over. "Hey, my man Ezra!" he call ...
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