“We’ll be back in a year,” Hollis says. “A year?” Summer echoes in amazement. “But…” “What about your job?” Hunter asks Hollis. “Rupi, what about school?” I pipe up. “I quit.” Hollis. “I dropped out.” Rupi. I gape at both of them. “I haven’t even picked a major,” Rupi says, waving an indifferent hand. “I don’t care about college.”
Bruh WHAT
