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“You’re out of your fucking mind, salad boy,”
“Yes, chef.”
and if I could turn her laugh into a drug, I’d be addicted to it for the rest of my worthless fucking life.
Well,” I say, tapping the ash into the ashtray. “If I don’t deserve to have it for even a fucking second, you, you fucking dipshit, definitely don’t deserve to hear about it.”
“Let me decide when. I’ll need a key.”
She accepted with a slow nod, studying me like I had promised her the world. When she agreed, I kissed her like she had already given me the world.
