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Jimmy awoke to the faint smell of cologne he had such a memory for and the trickling of shower water hitting tile. He sat up groaning a little still sore from the events of the day before.  Allen walked out of the shower towel wrapped around him, hair damp, over to his bed where Jimmy was laying. “Look, Jimmy, can we talk?” His voice held such a vacant tone it almost felt as if he wasn’t even speaking. Jimmy’s eyes blinked as he tried to understand what was happening. Jimmy’s mind was racing. He wanted to ask about the baby but he couldn’t for some reason form words. He just looked deep into Allen.  Jimmy