I watched his whole body exhale before his mouth twitched and he said in that low, grumbling voice, “Decide what you want as a favor.” “What’s that?” The next expression he gave me, I did understand. It was his Luna’s an idiot face. Then he repeated himself. And even after he repeated himself, I had no idea what the hell he was talking about. So I asked him once more. “I don’t understand what favor you want me to decide on,” I told him slowly, like it was him who wasn’t understanding what he was saying. Because that was the exact case. I had used it up yesterday. He wasn’t exactly a spring
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I know what u r my brotha
