“You’re fucking insane,” I choked out. “Deranged, even. And you’ve scarred me for life.” “I’ve scarred you for life? Yeah. Sure,” he scoffed. “I showed you a piece of body art, lad. You showed me your gangrened ball sac.” “For the last time, I didn’t have fucking gangrene,” I snapped. “I had a torn adductor.” “Whatever you say, lad.” Laughing, Gibsie sauntered out of his room with me trailing after him, still visually traumatized. “But those were the most discolored balls I’ve ever seen in my life.” “I hate you,” I grumbled, hobbling down the staircase after him. “I hope you know that.” “And I
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