“Where’s Big J?” Donnelly asks me. “Jack,” I emphasize, “is heading over. He just got done shooting Luna.” I rip off a chunk of the fried dough. “This smells fucking amazing, bro.” “The deal was dope, too. Some girl offered to give it to me. All I had to do was spit in her mouth.” Ugh. I drop the funnel cake piece back on the plate. “That’s disgusting.” He picks my chunk and tosses the fried dough onto his tongue. “I didn’t spit in the funnel cake, man.” He licks powdered sugar off his thumb. “I spit in her mouth.” “Bro, I got that part. It’s still gross. This wasn’t yours.”
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