“Little did he know, I’m the best at everything I do.” My brows scrunch. “It’s like one minute you make sense and the next, it’s Klingon.” Farrow stares at me for as long as he can, then fixes on the road. “Not ashamed to say that I don’t know what the fuck that means.” “Let this go on every record that ever exists: I know something that you don’t.” Farrow glances back. “Enjoy this while it lasts because it won’t last long.” “I always last longer than you,” I retort. Farrow whistles. “The last time I made you come must’ve really fucked with your memory.” “Did you make me come?” I feign
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