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“I wish you were here,” said Jake quietly, like he was confessing something dirty and wrong. “I think I miss you.”
“Well, I know I miss you,” Bradley replied, easy as anything. “And I wish I was, too, so you can mutter sarcastic commentary in my ear and I can goad you into stupid shit in front of famous people.”
A laugh burst its way out of Jake’s lungs. “That’d be nice. I really do wanna come to your games, you know. Swear.”
“You think I don’t know that? Come to the ones you can, serenade me when you can’t, and enjoy doing what you do best, alright?”
“Which is?”
“Putting on the best show on the planet, charming the pants off everyone around you, and looking hot as hell the entire time,” Bradley answered promptly.
“Rude. I thought it was blowjobs.”
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vol. III — the hyperfixation intensifies to the point of watching NFL games for research purposes
my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door (january) — chapters 1-12
where's the trophy? he just comes runnin' over to me (february) — chapters 13-24
if you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary (march) — chapters 25-36Series
- Part 3 of suburban legends ✈︎