“Taylor, Holt’s just as bad as I am.” “I am not,” Holt blurted defensively, glaring at him. “You so are, dude. One of the first tasks you gave me as your assistant was to rank the wrestlers by most to least likely to bone.” “You are such a liar.” Holt threw an egg roll at Larkin’s head. It smacked him in the cheek, making him squawk, before he bent down to grab it off the floor and stuffed it into his mouth. “You asked for it in a proper spreadsheet and everything,” he said around it. “He’s lying,” Holt told me. I didn’t believe him. “You emailed me back saying, ‘Good work. Keep it up,’”
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