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their 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 words、 they cut my nerves and make me feel like i'm 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.

little thing called texting gallagher.

y'got fucked up , without me?

yeah ? that some weird kink for you or somethin’—?

tch. ‘ey i think i look good in a dress — ‘member the one i wore to get into mexico ? think it was one of mandy’s but i pulled it off , yeah—?

yeah fuck that. ain’t wearin’ that shit ever again — but lavender? maybe.

" i'd say it's about the same — only difference is, the government isn't sending you overseas to bully a country full of innocent people — just beer , and all tge wees you can smoke. "

thought you said i looked lovely in lavender , red.

stopped her , didn’t i ? gave that ugly ass thing back. proud of me , huh? ☺️

she was stealin’ , dumbass. i was the one doin’ security. didn’t wanna hear it from fuckin’ larry if she walked out with it — you wanted me goin’ back to the joint ?

it’s called doin’ my job , gallagher — as shitty as it was.

his gaze met his own , living the long neck bottle to his lips for another drink , he nodded. he curled his lips into a smile. " guess we'll see if that military training is useful after all. "

. . . fuck off. that’s a completely different thing. also , thought i told you t’not bring this up again.

when am i ever serious ?

not really , but y’know. 🫠

why ain’t you singin’ with me ? 😔