She was driving me fucking nuts. “See? That right there,” Jer said, pointing a finger in my face. “Pouting. What’s going on with you, man?” “Nothing.” I noticed my brother’s department vehicle parked at the cottage. “Fuck.” “There a reason you don’t like seeing your brother’s car parked at Not Tina’s?” “Is it the bisexual part of you that wants to talk about fucking feelings all the time?” I asked. “Or is it the ‘I come from a big, Lebanese family that knows everything about everybody’ part that I can blame?” “Why not both?” he said with a quick grin. A particularly loud burst of laughter
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