I’m supposed to fuck a random at Cosgrove’s soon, to convince my friends that I don’t give a shit about this girl. I do, though. Really fucking do. I can’t stop thinking about her. Can’t stop being mad at her nosy ass. Can’t stop thinking about how cute she is when she’s mad. I’d pay someone good money if they could tell me how to get the image of her tight little nipples poking through that t-shirt out of my head, too. That’d be fucking nice. I can’t be interested in her. I just can’t. So I pretend. My disinterest requires me to be convincing. I yawn. I stab the tip of my ballpoint pen into
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