“Obvious? Both of you were asking what I was going to say back to my lady. And the whole living vicariously through me because you both can’t get any pussy. You knew I wasn’t texting a chick?” Hector grabs another slice of pizza from the center of the table. “I don’t know many chicks named Felix, Jake.” “Me either,” Miguel says. “So why were you calling him a lady in the truck?” Miguel almost looks hurt. “Jake. We don’t out people. That’s fucked.”
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