Will stood, arms folded, blocking Jack’s passage into the flat. With a deft move, a peck on the cheek and a sashaying sidestep, Jack wriggled by his irate mate, tossed his jacket in the vicinity of the sofa and headed for the kitchen.
“I’m starved,” he said over his shoulder, as he rummaged in the refrigerator. Settling on a bottle of beer and jar
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