“Feels good. And as I’ve always said, ‘If it feels good, do it.’” I glare at Clyde. He’s got that shit-eating grin on his face. I swear he’s like a child sometimes. “Clyde, that’s not something you’ve always said. That’s a Sloan song.” He grumbles. “Huh. Maybe it was, ‘If it makes you happy, it can’t be that bad.’” I sigh and drop my head to my palm. It’s not worth telling him that’s a Sheryl Crow song.
