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“Is that painting of your parents?” she asked, pointing her short, chipped nails at the portrait across the room

I sighed “That’s the to buy immortality”

“They don’t look so bad They gave you all of this”

“No, it’s still theirs I’ things away for free”

“People like you?” she asked, aazillion-square-foot house?”

“Several of them,” I said

Her eyebrows rose, and her rin

So, but there was purposeful disdain in nize She was still s I could probably e that she loved my sister Finley more, or how I deliberately totaled the Ferrari ht y that he’d missed it), or even the ti full of her e would still gaze up atseven levels of fucked up

I breathed out a laugh “You’re definitely a local”

“Guilty Boyfriend?” she asked

“You get right to the point”

She shrugged, taking a drag and holding her breath for five seconds before hacking out a puff of s

“Unequivocally”

She tried to pass the roach back, but I shookbottom lip

“Disappointed?” I wasn’t sure if she wanted a threeso buddy

“You just look like you’d be a fun girlfriend”

“You’re wrong” I stood up, already bored with the conversation A glass broke across the roohtened around whatever shoas happening in the center

Laughter turned to yelling and chanting Peter Max’s Better World was knocked off the wall, shattering the glass Cheap beer splashed over the fifty-thousand-dollar brush strokes I pushedan unholy mess of every piece of art around them

All eyes fell onthe two in thefor e, but aze fell on the shirtless man covered in tattoos He watched s, and then the room His adversary had turned his red ball cap backward, bouncing as he circled Tattoos, rolling his fists back and forth in the air like he was in a Bugs Bunny cartoon

“Maddox, you’ve proved your point Let’s go,” someone said to the tattooed man

“Fuck you,” he replied He didn’t take his eyes off me “We’ll just take it outside”