“Ow!” I roared as my head twisted sideways and smacked off the metal siding of the chipper van. “What the hell was that in aid of?” “You!” Feely roared. “Fucking you, Hughie!” “What about me?” I demanded, beyond confused. “What in the name of Jesus did I do out of the way to you?” “It’s always fucking you,” he slurred, shaking his head. “You always come fucking first.” “Lad, I’m not the one who came tonight, so I don’t know why you’re getting stuck in me,” I tossed back. “I’m the virgin in this relationship. You’re the whore!” “Jesus Christ! I am a whore,” Feely groaned, pushing his hands
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