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“I think so,” I groan “I’ve got a killer headache that I think I need to sleep off”

“Then do it I’ll come over later, okay?” she asks

“Sure See you then”

Chapter Eight

“Dude, can we talk?”

I turn and see Max standing in front oftwo coffees and soot from a café down the road for Lyndall’s and my breakfast

After a long nap last night I felt loads better Lyndall ca other things She didn’t giveIn the end, she stayed over and we fucked all night

“Sure,” I say, hoping hehot “What’s up?”

“I just want to make sure you’re okay”

I stop fidgeting with the cups and stare at hiful?

“I’ specific?”

“You’ve been going out every night—”

“So have you,” I point out

“Yeah, but that’s who I auy who passes out naked in a dumpster”

“Yeah, and I proroan “Look, Max, I appreciate what you’re saying, but I get enough shit from my family I don’t need it from my friends too, okay?”