“Should I call her? I should call her, right? Yeah, I’ll call.” I pick up my phone, thumb hovering over that sunshine. “No,” I groan, chucking my phone on my bed. “I shouldn’t call.” “I’m scared,” Jaxon whispers from the doorway. “Me too,” Adam whispers back. “I’ve never seen him talk to himself before.” “I’m not talking to myself, you fucking turkeys.” I stuff my sweatpants and hoodie inside my carry-on bag. “I’m talking to you two donkeys.” “It’s one or the other, Andersen,” Jaxon says, an irritating smirk on his face as he watches me pack for our flight later tonight. “Turkeys or donkeys.
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