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“And don’t get all heart eyes on her, she has some fantasized opinions about Pride and Prejudice.” “Ah, hell,” Carson groans and leans back, as if he’s done with me. “Let me guess, she doesn’t believe the Bennet sisters were whores.” “Correct.” Knox stares forward with a smirk playing at his lips.
She, who most definitely knew about Neil and me—why do women do that to another woman?—didn’t
It’s jungle theme this weekend.” “What does that even mean?” I ask, frankly a little terrified there’s a party at their loft every weekend, with themes nonetheless. “It means we get to dress up as slutty animals. Isn’t that exciting?”
“Bud Light?” she asks in a distasteful tone. “Did you think you would be getting a microbrew? It’s a college house.” “Still”—she takes a sip and cringes—“I thought you’d have a little more class.” “You’re giving me too much credit.”
“Come on, Ealson. Say you’ll come.” I turn around and smile. “And here I thought you were the type of guy who’d tell me when I can come.” I shrug as his jaw drops to the pavement. “Oh well. Catch you later, Gentry.”
“Don’t downplay your accomplishment. It’s amazing, and you should be proud.”
“You’re a really good kisser.” “I practice on my hand every day.” “Shut up.” I push his shoulder, causing him to laugh even more.
Dottie: I have a private investigator. We’re going to bring this motherfucker down.
