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“Is this really necessary?” I huff at the blindfold covering my eyes.

Yes, blindfold.

It’s nine in the morning, Kieran and I are in a Mustang I assume he rented for the day, and we’ve been driving around for a while. On top of that, I’m blindfolded and my head is throbbing from last night’s fun, but Kieran is still his happy-go-lucky self. He was drinking a lot too last night. I’ve counted, he had, like, eleven drinks. How did all of that ...