“Shush, Jer. I’m concentrating.” “You wouldn’t do that even if you were paid.” “I would, too,” I say, and he raises a brow. “Fine, I wouldn’t. This is different.” “How different, because I’m about to punch some Karens.” “Different enough that even I won’t punch anyone.” “Damn. Who are you and what have you done to my friend?” I snicker. “Just stay there as my backup.” “Backup?” “If anyone asks, you brought me here, not the other way around. Can’t look too fucking desperate.” “Who would ask? And why are you desperate?” He tilts his head to the side, studying me closely. “You’re never desperate.
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