Philip didn’t have any regrets until he tried to open his eyes, the light was absolutely blinding. When he finally managed the process he felt like he was emerging from a monster car ride in a dark remote tunnel.
Reaching across for Charlene, his hands groped empty sheets. Fumbling to his feet he searched for her only to find his car keys and wallet missing and a red lipstick message on the bathroom mirror:
Girls don’t like sex baptisms,
stick with Amanda’s.
His car and wallet in exchange for the wrong name? What kind of exchange rate was that?
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