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Fuck

Just as he was about to search for his boots, ht his eyes Was so on the loveseat? What the fuck? It couldn’t be rees outside

Boots abandoned, he shoved the front door open and stepped outside onto the lit porch Immediately, bitter cold assaulted his uncovered ar concrete beneath his bare toes had hi feet

Gumby sat on Jazz’s whicker loveseat with a Sherpa blanket wrapped around his shoulders His hair stuck up all over the place from sleep and, like Screw, he hat he’d fallen asleep in, jeans and a Henley The glasses that gave him such a Clark Kent look were absent He didn’t even flinch as Screw ca into distance, lost in his head

“Hey,his chilled arms “Jesus, it’s colder than Elsa’s twat out here”

“Who?” Guaze had latched onto

“Elsa” Da to be out dressed as he was With the state Gu the blanket was probably out of the question

“Yeah, I heard you Who the fuck is Elsa?” He shifted, pulling the fabric tighter around his shapely shoulders

Really? Was there a person alive who didn’t know Elsa? “You know, the queen from Frozen Has that ice power and shit”

“Frozen?” Gu his lips

Mission accomplished

“As in the animated movie?”

Screw shuffled closer, resting his back on a column opposite Gumby’s chair “That’s the one Can’t believe it took you this long to catch on”

Gumby snorted “Sorry I’m not up on my Disney princesses”

With a laugh, Screw said, “You will be Give Beth another week and you’ll know all their naes, birthdays, cup sizes—”

“Cup sizes?” Gumby said with a raised eyebrow