“God, you are being so overdramatic right now,” comes Jake’s heated voice. “Oh, that’s rich coming from you,” Caleb replies. I jerk upright, bottle of San Pellegrino in hand, and close the fridge. My guys come marching through the kitchen, Jake in the lead. “Stop fighting,” says Ilmari from just behind him. “It’s not important.” “Wait, you did not just say that,” Jake cries, wholly incredulous as he spins around to glare at Ilmari. “It’s not important? I’m sorry, but do you want me to punch you or pack your fucking bags?” Ilmari sighs. “I didn’t mean it like that.” Jake crosses his arms and
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