 “Can you stay?” he asked her. “Jens is picking me up at eight,” Michelle explained. “Forget about him. I’ll give you a ride home,” Roy offered. “I’m tired,” she protested, tilting her head from side to side to stretch her weary neck and shoulders. “Not that I don’t appreciate what you’re doing for me, Roy, letting me work extra hours so I can afford to pay off the last of my college loans, and I only have—” “Two weeks left before graduation,” he interrupted. “I know, I know. You’ve always wanted to be a doctor and you’re one step closer. It’s great that you’re following your dream.” “My ... | 
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