Bye, Tristan.” She forces a nervous smile, and I glare at her. I watch as they walk out, get into his car, and drive away. I turn to Fletcher. “What are you going to do about this?” “Nothing. Why?” “Why aren’t you attacking him with underpants?” I snap, annoyed. “What good are you if you’re not going to be consistent?”
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