“Can I try?” He holds the knife above my head. “Are you going to use it on either me or Garrett?” Not that he seems put off by the idea, more curious. “Why? We both know you would enjoy it.” I wink before punching him in the gut. He bends over, wheezing, and I pluck the blade from his hand and turn to the cans as he laughs breathlessly. “I’m gonna marry her,” he tells Garrett, but I ignore that, taking it as just another one of his crazy ramblings. “You have to ask her, genius.” Garrett chuckles. “Nah, I’ll just put a ring on her finger one day and tell her it happened,” he declares earnestly.
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