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Sounds like you’re the dumbass. How many wild oats have you spread?
Again, it’s Liv.
Hendrix
And I love Liv, but now you’ve got poopy diapers, no sleep, vomit. Babies carry disease… Always wrap it.
Next time I see you, you’d better run.
Zane
Hey, I’m proud of you, bro. You figured out where to put it.
It wasn’t that hard.
Hendrix
They make a pill for that.
Keep digging.
Logan
When are you moving home? You can’t miss the good stuff.
Jack
I haven’t talked to Rodney yet, but I will.
No worries. I’ve hit a snag here.
Logan
Jack knew? That hurts, G.
Jackwas approved by Liv. He’s helping me get a job, but who knew the owner is a superfan? He won’t let me go.
Logan
How can I help?
Is it possible to get canceled without any long-term effects?
Hendrix
Make direct eye contact. Say what you want.
Thanks, Yoda. I never tried that.
Jack
Don’t do anything hasty. Let’s brainstorm.
Zane
It’ll work out. Somehow it always does.
Shoving my phone into my pocket, I walk slowly to the locker room. Another whole week has passed. Liv and I text all the time, but it’s not the same. At fourteen weeks, the book says the baby is the size of a kiwi fruit, and Liv’s in the second trimester. I’m missing everything.
