[She picks up one of the books, frowning as she tries to read the open page but the words are just blurring together at this point. She places it back down, turning back to him with a drunken half-grin.]
I don't need a walk home I know where it is. [And she would get there... eventually.] unless you... want to walk me home...?
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I don't need a walk home I know where it is. [And she would get there... eventually.] unless you... want to walk me home...?