“You’re not coming with me.” “Oh, yes I am.” Joey stared at me in horror, walls shooting back up at a rapid rate. “In what alternative universe did I give you the impression that I would want you to come with me?” “How about the universe where you quit pretending that my mere presence irritates you and admit that you adore the ground I walk on.” His mouth fell open. “I do not.” “You do, too.” Smiling up at him, I patted his shoulder. “Friend.” “I’m not your—“ “Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.” Swiftly clamping his mouth shut, he swallowed. He stared at me for the longest time
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