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Evan

Woke up hard as dia about best friends is you still dream of them, even if it’s been fifteen years since they up and o

The bottolass hit the top of the wooden bar with a thud I sed the last gulp of citrusy lager, already wishing I had more

“So… you said you’re ahard to be polite I’d started talking to hiht, but it was beco

I nodded “I teach h school students And you’re a… contractor?”

He frowned “I’m a hair stylist”

“Of course I’etful”

The beer churned in ht And of course I knehy I was falling flat on uy I tried to pick up

It was because none of these guys were Mitchell Price None of these guys were my best friend

My best friend who had one for so da me

Mitchell knew I hated surprises Fucking asshole I loved hiet to see hi

“So, hair stylist,” I said to the guy next toat the maraschino cherry in his cocktail “Is it fun?”

He sighed, swiveling to face me on his barstool “Let’s cut the crap, okay? Obviously you don’t give a shit about what I do for a living”

“Cut the crap? I—”

“I know I’ht”

I sat up straighter, clutchingBut I’m interested in what you do”

He rolled his eyes “Honestly, I don’t care I didn’t co hair, I came here to suck someone’s dick”

“A man who knohat he wants,” I said, still stunned that he was being so direct