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Nathan couldn’t help but snort at the comment, shaking his head. He knew he definitely wasn’t dressed for the occasion, but hey, he didn’t feel like changing out of his work clothes just yet. “Oh darlin’, don’t I know that. But hey, gotta get th’ stressoff somehow, and lemme tell ya, it ain’t from th’ church.” He breathed, taking another sip from the bottle. “I mean, it ain’t my story t’really tell, but… Long story short, I’m probably gonna end up whoopin’ my uh… Best friend’s dad’s ass for hurtin’ ‘im.” He knew he couldn’t say the word ‘boyfriend’ jut quite yet. Not for a little bit longer, hopefully. “Y’frequent here a lot? Might be where I know ya from.”
“Listen, honeypuff... my gay ass smells some excuses. That’s your best friend?” Polly raised an eyebrow. Yeah, right. Then again, nobody knew how hard it was to say the word boyfriend out loud at first like he did. “No matter who he is, you shouldn’t waste your pretty hand’s smoothness on some stinky grandpa ass.” She wiggled her hands like she was trying to shake something disgusting off them. “Think real hard. Will it make anything better, huh?” Polly laughed, taking another sip. “I should open up a hotline or something. Polly’s Psychological Pathways, what do ya’ think?” Finally, she looked around. “Huh. Some times. Honestly, darling, it’s hard to forget me if you saw me anywhere with all this conflama, right?”










