Don’t you think it’s a bad sign that your best argument for your beau is that nothing has been proved in court?
Aves hasn’t mentioned a boyfriend,” Lock chimed in, “and we’re just dying to hear all about you.” Liar. My friends were filthy lying sadists.
There’d been some nights when my fat ass had saved my ass (ba-dum-tsh).
But nowhere in the file had anyone said, “Oh, and by the way, he runs like a gazelle with an espresso addiction.” At least not in the parts I’d skimmed.
