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Listen, Patch, I Don’t Want To Be Rude, But—” “sure You Do.” “well, You Started It!” Lovely. Very Mature.

If I Need Romance, That's What Netflix Is For.

My Mom's Coming Home Soon," I Said. "we Should Go To Your Place." Patch Ran A Hand Across The Shadow Of Stubble Along His Jaw. "i Have Rules About Who I Take There." I Was Getting Really Tired Of That Answer. "if You Showed Me, You'd Have To Kill Me?" I Guessed, Fighting The Urge To Feel Irritated. "once I'm Inside, I Can Never Leave?" Patch Studied Me A Moment. Then He Reached Into His Pocket, Twisted A Key Off His Key Chain, And Slipped It Into The Front Pocket Of My Pajama Top. "once You've Gone Inside, You Have To Keep Coming Back.

If I Missed Out On Some Really Big Action, I’m Going To Be Royally Pissed Off!

Sure Thing, Gumdrop. -scott