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"That was before your time, too!" he defended. "I won't apologize for not knowing what a hoochie-coochie man is."
"Kids are nasty. I wasn’t very popular, either." "Really?" That surprised him. "Was it 'cause you couldn’t write or read?" I shot him a look, wondering if he was fucking dumb. "You gotta let that shit go, punk. Words trip me up—I mix 'em together and have trouble spelling. I'm not illiterate."
I counted to forty…six. Forty-six, and then a CO pointed a flashlight into our cell, checking we weren't fucking each other in the ass, shooting up drugs, tattooing one another, or…hell, making blood bonds to be best thugs for life.
Fuck buying a Walkman—or whatever futuristic gadget they had going on now.
See? Personal motherfucking growth.
Showering without having to look over my shoulder was seriously awesome.
I stood up. I didn’t know why. Reflex? I had to do something. This wasn’t happening. It wasn’t happening, goddammit. Oh fuck, I was gonna hurl. Sensitive tits, extra emotional; she fucking was extra emotional. The girl was on the express train to Weepytown. I palmed my forehead, my mind spinning. She'd been so responsive in the hot tub. Didn’t that happen during pregna—I couldn’t even finish the thought.
"Had you been a few years younger, I could've been a dick and not give you any choice. Unfortunately, you're legal."
"You're a carbon copy of your pop, and I'm the fucker he hated to love. Or like, is more accurate. I'm not modest, and I'll freely admit I miss the good life. Once we're outta here, I'm done with this frugal bullshit we've got going on now." He snorted and opened his soda. "We haven't had a choice, dick." "You do now." I waved my fork at him. "If we had it my way, we'd spend the rest of our time here in a hotel suite or a nice condo downtown. For fuck's sake, my toilet upstairs leaks, there's a draft in the living room, and I live next to a seventy-five-year-old pot dealer."
If I wanna buy a new truck, I hope Ade will bitch at me 'cause angry sex is seriously hot." "Motherfucker!" he growled. I smirked. "Literally."
I lived with witches and sons'a bitches who tugged at heartstrings like they got paid to do it.
