It was unusually warm for December 31, and Charles and his girlfriend Megan were taking a moonlight stroll along a disused path through the woods.
They came to a clearing and paused for a moment.
"What is that over there -- an old well?" asked Charles, pointing at what looked like little more than a partially-collapsed assemblage of rectangular gray stones.
"Yeah, I think so," Megan replied.
"Maybe it's a wishing well," joked Charles. "You've been out here before, right? Have you ever tried it?"
"No, but it's not wishing time, it's New Year's resolution time!" Megan pointed out. "What's yours -- you gonna start working out?"
"Oh, yeah, my resolution is to build muscle and become a huge stud," he replied, jokingly flexing his scrawny arms. "How about you?"
She smiled and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "My resolution is to be my boyfriend's perfect fuck doll."
Charles turned his head to look at her, blinked a couple of times, and without explanation, strode toward the well. He reached in his front pockets -- no coins. He reached in his back pocket for his wallet, pulled out a bill, crumpled it up, and threw it in.
"I wish everyone would keep their resolutions!" Charles exclaimed.
Megan had caught up with him. "You're ridiculous," she said. "Come on, we should start walking home so we can watch the ball drop on TV."
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