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The pizza finally arrived. Forty-five minutes late, which gave you plenty of time to drain every last beer in the fridge and absolutely no time to deal with the consequences. You've been holding since morning. Fifteen beers later, that was a mistake. The knock at the door was almost a relief - until you had to actually answer it. Now you're standing in the doorway, legs crossed, trying to look like a normal human being while the delivery girl holds out the box with a look that says she already knows. She asked if you had cash anyway. Of course she did. And now she's not leaving. Because somewhere between the car and your door, Roslyn realized she has a four-hour drive ahead of her and waited just a little too long herself. She knows you need it more she doesn't care.