No Pump by Cecile C

salty language

Eric burst out laughing again, louder this time; Zane was in the other room, ostensibly sleeping on our couch but I heard his laughter in response; both of them home late and flying high and laughing at things no one else found funny—no one being me. I looked at the blue-lit numbers on my bedside...

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