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“It might help with your condition.” “What condition?” Alex sounded bored. “Stickuptheassitis.” I’d already called the man an asshole, so what was one more insult? I might’ve imagined it, but I thought I saw his mouth twitch before he responded with a bland, “No. The condition is chronic.”
“You must have some warm, fuzzy feelings left inside you somewhere.” And that was the moment a dog from a nearby party wandered over and peed on Alex’s shoes.
“Get out of my way,” I snapped at the Lexus in front of me. Jesus, does no one in this city know how to drive?
