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“Dude, leather jackets are sick. It’s a proven fact that leather jackets make you like twenty percent cooler than you already are,” Peter didn’t add that that only worked if you were already cool. He hoped that Donny would want to be his friend, he could see them getting along great and getting into loads of mischief together. Maybe then, this fucking town could be somewhat interesting. “Please, dude. You probably never set foot there without your team of bodyguards,”
“True enough, and I’ve been wanting a new one.” The last one he’d had ended up being ruined after he tackled someone into a pool. Honestly, it had been worth it, because his cousin was a grade A dickbag. “Hey. Just ‘cause I’m rich and super cool doesn’t mean I have bodyguards. The last one I had quit when I was thirteen ‘cause I broke his nose.” Again, an incident that could have been avoided if other people weren’t dicks, but oh well. “I go plenty of places.”
