“You should get comfy,” I noted when he sprawled onto the beanbag next to mine. “You’re going to be watching for a while.” Clicking into the game, I thumbed on my controller, attention riveted to his massive television screen, and muttered, “A long while.” “No cheats!” Johnny barked an hour later. “That’s fucking cheating.” “No, it’s not.” I laughed as I keyed in another cheat code to load my guy up on life. “You never said anything about cheat codes.” “Yeah, I fucking did,” Johnny huffed from beside me. “‘No memory cards. Start from scratch, and the person who completes the most missions
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