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I tweak Dally’s cheek “You’re just sad you haven’t found your own star yet”

“I arumps “Men these days have the emotional capacity of a thimble”

“You should’ve been a lesbian,” I tell her

“Like I have control over that You think if I choose, I’d want to be straight? And have to choose frouy atches football all day and scratches his balls or the one who spends all day in the lab scratching his balls” She shudders

“Why are all thetheir balls?” Star wonders

“Because that’s a thing they do,” Dally exclai her ar that”

“Doing what?” Mack appears suddenly

Dally’s ar I said nothing” And then the girl scurries away

Mack looks after her, confused “What was that all about?”

“She wants to scratch your balls,” I conclude I think Dally’s had a thing for Mack for a while now but has done nothing about it

Starnoise “Can you not talk about my brother’s junk?”

“It’s not like I want to dwell on it either, but, Mack,a reener pastures”

My brother-in-law’s face turns red and then dark “Gives up? Moves on? What the hell are you talking about?”

I exchange a resigned look with Star, who rolls her eyes “You can lead a big lunk of a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink, babe”