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I’d rather be burned alive

Being a best man, easy

Organizing a bachelor party, easy Buy soo to Uncle Joe’s row house, the biggest place a

Do it cheap

Not that I wouldn’t want to spend a lot ofsensible It’s a party We grew up saving cash for practical shit Clothes, toothpaste, the bad-luck day where you get in a wreck or the water heater breaks

But Thatcher isn’t randma introduced him to Come November 1st—less than two months from now—he’ll be married to a Cobalt

A royalty, and now I need to throw a bachelor party that includes Cobalt brothers on the guest list

Thatcher has told me, “Let’s not do it at Uncle Joe’s row house”

Fuck me

Anything forI understand Like a gold brick fucking another gold brick, it otta pull a rabbit out of a hat so this party looks made-for-royalty

Akara and I fixate on Sulli as her phone rings

She does a quick 360, ht or earshot Her eyes sweepher cell

Squatting, Sulli hides behind a display of mountain bikes, phone to her ear

She does that in public sometimes

The squat and talk

It’s hotter than she knows because she squats with her legs spread open It takes all y not to stare at her so that I can focus on her AO And her area of operations right now is as riveting as water dripping froot

The store is practically empty

Too easy

No targets, no shitheads, no threats

Akara’s eyes are rooted on Sulli I can’t tell if he’s staring at her pussy, and I’ure it out

She talks quietly enough that we can’t hear her call And the tension from the car ride to REI swar the offer to take her virginity after ere little church mice, silent as can be

I tuck hair behind lare

“What?” he asks calmly and quietly under his breath

“You know you’re an asshole” My voice is deep and hushed

He picks a bright neon-yellow bike helmet off a shelf in reach, and then reaches up to put it on my head “In ay?” He s the aisle