“You know what’s annoying about you?” Chet posed the question philosophically while we waited for Houston and Liza to finish what sorta looked like a couple’s version of Pictionary. “Aside from my ties, my mouth, my intelligence, skills on a basketball court, GPA, and the fact that I’m still breathing?” I rested an arm casually against the oak tree next to me, then drew it back with a frown and swatted an ant that had hitched a ride up my pinky. “Some of those are arguable. But no, the most annoying thing is that you can flash a fucking smile and get away with murder. There are a bunch of ants
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