“You’re grumbling and pouty. I thought you’d rather sleep off the drugs here than in my truck, so maybe try thanks, Nate, you’re the best.” I huffed a sigh, wriggling a little and noting that I could wriggle, which was progress. “Eat a dick, Nate,” I replied. “How’s that?” I’d missed this—snarling at him.
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