“Money for thoughts?” Yuri’s thick Russian accent was difficult to miss, but the absurdity of what he’d said was what really pulled me away from the conversation happening a few feet away from me. “What?” He waved his hand around. “You look like you need to poop.” My blank stare made Yuri huff and call over to Seth, who quickly excused himself and jogged toward us. When he was near, Yuri pointed to me. “Brax does not understand. I ask, money for thoughts.” Seth snorted a laugh. “Yuri, bud, that isn’t Brax, that’s your butchering of American sayings. It’s a penny for your thoughts.” Yuri pursed
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