"Well, he's about useless."
He's chortling to himself as he watches Tate awkwardly converse with the female mail carrier--who also happens to be pretty.
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"Well, he's about useless."
He's chortling to himself as he watches Tate awkwardly converse with the female mail carrier--who also happens to be pretty.
"Fuck off, Commie--I'm tired." And he felt like he was about to burst, but that was beside the point.
"I wanna run away. I don't even care anymore."
"So, you're sure about this? Can I pass for twenty-two?" He was holding up the fake ID with a snicker and an expression that made his eyes look a little less beady than they usually did. "We should probably find a place around here that's lenient about carding anyway, huh?"
"Why do you keep looking at me?"
"So last night, I was unfortunately dragged off to a strip club by Heath. And I realized--yeah, yeah, I'm really fucking gay, huh."
"You'll never convince me that you exist."
"I have some really disturbing thoughts sometimes." And yet he's laughing.