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"Shotgun it."
The words escape Gilfoyle before he can stop them—not that he wants to stop them, though. If he's going to agonize over fucking some dickbag stoner with crooked facial hair, the least he can do is stand by his own desires. Do what thou wilt, he thinks, and smirks when Erlich stares at him like he's misheard.
