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Earlier, Ben kept asking me what I was up to tonight. "You have plans?" he’d ask, always grinning. Justin had invited me out to catch some seafood with a bunch of folks, and I told him about dinner. Ben sounded like he had something up his sleeve, but whenever I tried to get details, he shook his head and refused to say anything more.

5:30 rolls around, and he tells me that he wants to stop by my house. He needs 20 minutes of my time, tops. I tell him "Sure," but keep asking "Why?"

"See you at 7," is all he says. And he leaves.