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“Why do you always do that?” Eddie demanded, exasperated.
“What?” Buck smirked.
“You know exactly what. You put your sweaty work-out clothes on top of my clean stuff. All. The. Damn. Time. You have your own locker, Buck!”
“But I like yours.”
“Why? Yours is exactly the same!”
Ravi took a seat: watching Eddie and Buck fight was a great spectator sport. He knew from experience that this would end one of two ways: either they’d stomp off and make the rest of the shift tense and miserable for everyone. Or they’d jump each other, heedless of any company.
Ravi predicted this fight would end with Eddie’s tongue down Buck’s throat. Who needed Netflix with these two around?