"I'll be thankful when they do," Leslie sniped back, refusing to admit that he was. At home, Stormy's half-read copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone laid on his bed, next to his new clothes from Abbi, near the tupperware leftover from the lunch from the Jones-Bashmet house, with the cigarettes that Thompson had let him pilfer.
He had a lot to be thankful for, but that didn't mean he was about to say it. "We done?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 7:03 pm
Evan rolled his eyes, but nodded. "Yeah, get out of here. And watch your range. Just because you can get in close doesn't always mean you should."