“Kind of hard not to after waking up every day in middle school to his morning wood stabbing me in the back.” “First of all,” Miguel tossed back, “you’ve always been the big spoon, so it was your dinosaur-sized wood poking me in the back.” “It is pretty big, isn’t it?” Quentin grinned. Miguel had fallen right into his trap. “Can you be serious for five minutes?” he asked Quentin. Quentin cleared his throat. “Sorry.”
