“Blakely . . . she’s a free woman.” Wait . . . what? Blakely? Free? As in . . . “Holy shit,” Hornsby says while gripping my leg. “Dude . . .” “Who’s Blakely?” OC asks, looking confused. “You have to ask her out,” Posey says, approaching us now. “Want me to formulate a plan?” “Yes, a plan. That’s what we need,” Hornsby says. “We could do a flash mob,” Posey suggests. “Over my dead body,” Silas replies. “Don’t be a douche about it. Just ask her out.” “Don’t be a douche?” Pacey asks with a shake of his head. “Coming from the guy who had to fake-date someone to fall in love.” “You fake-dated
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