“What—no! Stop talking about my dick,” I barked, then ran a frustrated hand through my hair. “It’s her, man. You were right. I am completely fucked in the head, and I need you to stop me from doing something stupid with that girl.” “Which girl?” “Which girl do you think, asshole?” I snarled. “Shannon.” “Oh, that girl.” Gibsie chuckled. “The resurrectionator.”
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