“You don’t need to apologize. How’s this? Neither of us will apologize to each other ever again,” Alex suggests. “So even if I like push you into the ditch, I don’t have to apologize.” “Nope.” “So if I like… tossed your donuts out into the parking lot, I wouldn’t have to apologize,” I say. “Okay, now that goes beyond apologizing. You’ll be lucky to still be walking if that happens,” Alex decides. “You never, and I repeat never, fuck with a man’s donuts, you hear me?”
