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He scrunched his nose up before muttering, “I sold Biggs an eighth.” “Of joy?”
“Nachos and chocolate spread?” He gaped at me in horror from across the living room. “Oh my god, are you mixing the chocolate with mayonnaise?” “Hey, don’t knock it until you try it,” I replied, tossing back another mouthful of deliciousness. “So…good.”
This hoe pregnant asf...
“That’s no boy,” Tony mouthed accusingly, gaping at the phone. “That’s a fucking man’s voice.” “I know,” I mouthed back. “Shut up and let me think.”
Im fuckinh dead. Actually laughinh my ass off
“Kavanagh.” “The rugby player?” Tony and I both asked in unison.
IM DEAD
If this hotshot fucker had taken time out of his rigid schedule to drive her home, then my baby sister had made more than just waves at Tommen. She’d summoned a goddamn tsunami.
“You’re not pregnant, are ya?” I joked, wrapping her up in my arms. “Could you imagine?” she joked back, still crying.
Please
“Fuck no.” I chuckled. “I think I’d rather open the door and lie down in the traffic.”
Oh dear god
And please, for the love of Christ, don’t ask Aoife for advice,”
I replied, resisting the urge to crawl into the corner of her room and rock myself.
“I’m saying that if you love my brother as much as you say you do, then you’ll do the right thing for him and make this go away.”
I cang stand this stupid fucker
“Oh, I’m your worst nightmare, bitch,” I snarled, knocking her off Joey’s back and onto the flat of her own. “You like terrorizing little girls? Try someone your own size.”
PERIOD
“I’m the one saving 6.”
“I’ve always been a father!” I roared back, chest heaving. “And I’ve done a pretty fucking good job with the four I’ve raised.
I’m a good fucking parent, Darren. I kept them alive. I kept them fed, and loved, and nurtured, and goddamn educated. I did that. Not you. Not him. Not Mam. Me. So, call me a junkie and whatever the hell else you want to call me, but don’t say that I’m too young to be a father!”
“He’s going to start getting stroke symptoms.”
“Trigger,” I roared, slapping a hand over my eyes two seconds too late. “Trigger, trigger, get-your-fucking-dick-out-of-my-baby-sister trigger!”
