Andrew Webb ran out with two bin bags, just as the refuse truck came around the corner. For Chris, he heard the vehicles in his sleep, and then disappear. He had another twenty minutes until he had to wake for work and enjoyed the last few moments of his sleep, dreaming of the salacious girl he met the night before, and without a care in the world. Fiancée or no fiancée, he would definitely ring her later; her number was safe in his wallet on a tissue paper.
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