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It was about 11 o'clock on a Saturday night. I'm usually out by this time -- I've got a game with several people on most Saturdays – but this week most of them had other things to do, so I'm in for the night. I'd just gotten out of the shower when I heard someone open the front door and start sneaking in. I don't even have a towel with me; I'm embarrassed to say I was planning on picking one up from the floor in the living room. My wife being out of town had made me a bit sloppy.

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Mike had the damned ticket anyway, so it seemed crazy not to use it. Two tickets for the London Eye. On Valentine's Day. He'd booked it months ago, in the first flushes of his relationship with Vicki. He should have known it wouldn't have lasted this long. No, wait, that was wrong.

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