“Y’know, I told you about my old friend Frank.” Hutch
played with the car keys.
“He’s on a visit. So?” Starsky asked.
“Frank asked me to join him and his friends on a hiking trip. You
hate those things,” Hutch said.
“Do whatever you want.” Starsky felt his blood rushing through his
veins. Hutch preferred someone else’s
company, leaving him alone.
A car key flew in his direction, and Starsky caught it, surprised.
“No way I’d let you out of my sight,” Hutch smiled.
He slumped on the couch and put his arm around Starsky’s shoulders. “Pizza is on me.”
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