Group text with Mom, Atlas, Xander, Declan, and Lincoln 1:47 p.m. Xander: Fine. Lincoln: Thanks, I put a lot of effort into my hair this morning. Glad you noticed. Xander: I mean, fine, I’ll hire someone. You dipshit. Lincoln: Idk man. One of us went to work with some mysterious dried food on his shirt. Seems like the clear dipshit in this situation ain’t me.
