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Oh, Maxy Poo, are you drowning your sorrows?” I fluttered my eyes at him. He turned to look at me and laughed. “Unless you’ve got a raft.” “I can be your raft.” I winked at him. “I come equipped with floatation devices.” The moment the words came out of my mouth, I realized I might have had too much to drink. Max laughed even louder. “Hm, I feel so much safer now. Shall we go for a swim?” “Might want to check for leaks first.” I nearly choked on my drink as I laughed around my words. “Is that an invitation?” Max leaned toward me, flexing his hands. “Max!” I leaned back in reaction to his approaching hands. Of course I’d forgotten that my feet were on the rung of his bar stool. I tipped the whole thing over and Max landed in the arms of the woman sitting on the other side of him. “Oops, sorry!” Max grinned at her. “Oh no!” I tried to be horrified, but I was laughing too hard. “I think your girlfriend is drunk.” The woman shook her head. “She’s not my girlfriend, she’s my floatation device!
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