Merissa arched a brow at me and mouthed, “Stop being an asshole.” I sighed. Though that request was rather late in the game of existence. “Fine,” I exhaled, returning to Marcel’s side and he gave me a hopeful look. “Maybe a birthday? Or, wait, maybe a Christmas. Or, hang on, what about the first time he held a Pitball?” he asked, anxiously bouncing on his toes and fuck I had to pity the man.
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