“Oh my god, the ’stache,” Crew says reverently behind me. “Do you think it survived?” Tatum whispers. Fletcher’s eyes flare wide. He rips my hand off his mouth and stares at me in absolute horror while the rest of the room falls silent. It’s not a comfortable silence either. This is the kind of silence that I’d assume comes with stumbling upon a cave full of moldy cheddar cheese. Or the kind of silence that comes when you get the phone call that your childhood home was eaten by a sharknado. I can hear my own heart beating. I might even hear Fletcher’s heart beating. I haven’t had the courage
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