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“Which of these damn smoothies cures a hangover?” Kip moaned when the shop was briefly empty. “Um, none. But allegedly the watermelon one.” “Okay. I’m going to make myself a giant watermelon one with, like, five Advils in it.” “I think you mean five ‘wellness boosts.’”
“Sounds good,” the man said, politely ignoring how fucking dumb Kip was being.
“Because he just lit up like the goddamn sun. Jesus. You guys are doomed.”