“Oh, so you have friends?” I rolled my eyes. “I thought you were opposed to the idea.” With an amused expression etched on his sickeningly good-looking face, Joey strolled over to where I was sitting. “Ah, that’s not entirely true.” Winking, he reached into my bag and swiped a chip. “I’m only opposed to you, Molloy.” That small act of theft caused an unreasonable surge of violence to grow inside of me. “Oh, look at me,” I heard myself grumble as I made a terrible attempt to mimic his voice. “I’m Joey Lynch. I’m so hard, I’m so tough. I’m not friends with girls, even though I like to steal
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