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The massive sign outside of Trav’s ranch reads, “Welcome to the wedding of Andrew and Andrew.” The sign throws me. Atlas and Lemon, as we know them, both having the same first name is some weird twist of fate.
“I’m just saying, new gay guy on the team. Fresh blood. Someone who doesn’t know you’re a walking venereal disease.”
Trust Iris to bring the entertainment, but not only has he made Princess the ring bearer, but he’s assigned himself the role of flower person.
Iris struts, and he spins, continuously reaching into a black fanny pack around his waist to pull out more petals.
“I can’t wait to see it.” “The asteroid?” “You. Falling ass over tit in love.” Hope he’s not holding his breath.
I should probably see a shrink about that, but meh. Why pay for therapy when C4, guns, and a good old game of cat and mouse can be as cathartic?
The person who resisted love in fear of ending up broken. But Sam didn’t break me. He made me whole.
