“Bitch, I knew it.” The phone rustles as Brad does something on the other end of the line. “Flinn, babe, I told you,” he hollers in the background. “Ok, ok, you don’t have to alert the entire village.” I hiss. There’s a pause while he mutters something under his breath and hums in agreement. “Flinn says he wants you to know that ‘he knew it’ too, by the way.” “Well, aren’t you both just a pair of clair-fucking-voyants.” “Our powers extend beyond bi-panic and having excellent style, you know.”
