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“I eyed him. “That’s true.” He took a step closer, a disconcertingly earnest expression all over his face. “Please, Sage. I know it’s a lot to ask, so I’m not even going to pretend you’d benefit. I mean, you can spend the day in San Diego doing whatever you wanted. It’s not the same as going to see solar panels or whatever with Brady, but I’d owe you-literally and figuratively. I’ll pay you gas money.” “It’s Brayden, and where in the world would you get gas money?” “I…I’d cut back on things to come up with the extra money,” he said after a few moments of hesitation. I didn’t bother hiding my surprise. “Things” most likely meant alcohol and cigarettes, which was where his meager allowance usually went. “Really?” I asked. “You’d give up drinking to go see your dad?” “Well not permanently,” he said. “That’d be ridiculous. Bot maybe I could switch to something slightly cheaper for a while. Like…slushes. Do you know how much I love those? Cherry especially.”