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Neither of my roommates is a bad-looking dude. Willa, it seems, could care less. “Hi,” she says finally.
It's COULDNT care less
Ryder starts to launch past me, but I manage to step in his way, spinning and facing him. “Look at me, Ryder.” Ryder’s jaw ticks, anger darkening his eyes. “Ryder Bergman. Look. At. Me.”
NOT THIS TROPE
