The doors open and Lamar is right there waiting for us. “You’re late—Ahhh!” he screams. “What the fuckity fuck is this disaster?” “This is Asher Reyes,” I introduce, waving a hand toward Asher and making him crack up again. “But I don’t think it’s fair to call him a disaster.” “Woman, do not test my patience right now.” Lamar fingers a piece of my hair, then drops it just as quickly with a shudder, his expression one of pure, abject horror. “Do I want to know?” “Donuts and Diet Coke. Please don’t ask. But can I take a shower before you beauty me up?” “Yes. Please. Now. I can’t stand this sight
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