It was super boring sitting at the bar watching your family talk about stock markets and hearing about some girl named Candy who slept with half the eligible bachelors. I don’t think Peter is your match because he ripped a gnarly fart like four seconds before you sat beside him.” Mom choked on the water she’d been sipping, and Nevada pursed her lips against the loud laugh she really wanted to give. “H-his name is Darren,” she corrected him, “and ew.” “Right? I would’ve waited until at least the fifth date for that kind of grotesque behavior.” Nox deepened his voice and said the last two words
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