Drake had been out carousing, as you do, and it was very late when he was getting back to the house. He came in through the back door, humming a song by DuJour, and spied the wreckage of the chaise lounge on the porch. He clucked his tongue and shook his head, then snapped his fingers and conjured up a piece of chalk. A few moments later, there
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