“What do you want to talk about?” I asked. “You could ask me one of your weird questions.” “My questions are not weird,” I said, lisping through my stupid retainer. He propped himself up on his elbow. “‘Would you rather drink toilet water or eat dirty kitty litter?’ That’s not weird?” “That was an excellent ice breaker, meant to get to the core of who you are as a person.” “Uh-huh.” His eyes were creased at the corners. “Well, what about your questions? They suck too.” “My questions are great. You just don’t take them seriously.” I gasped. “I have taken every question you’ve asked me
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