The End. I won’t say too much here, but below is the last sentence of Patrick and Libby’s story. I wrote that line when I was about 2000 words into the story – the original first 2000 words probably don’t exist anymore, they’ll have been rewritten so many times, but the last eleven words haven’t changed a jot.
“I told you I wouldn’t rely on plying you with booze.”
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