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“Aww.” Larkin nudged my shoulder. “You’re like two single dads finding a second chance at love in your twilight years. It’s adorbs, honestly.”
“He’s thick,” Larkin gushed. “Built like a tank. His stomach looks all warm and soft. I just wanna come on it then give him a full-body massage with my splooge.”
“I’m cool!” Holt twisted around to scowl at him. “I manage a wrestling league, for fuck’s sake. And I… own a leather jacket. That I look really good in.” “That jacket says Born to Be a Bitch in pink on the back.” Larkin paused. “Okay, yeah, the jacket’s cool.”