Page 88 of Surfer's Paradise

Isaac:

Murder. You. All.

Shay:

HE’S TYPING FROM OUTSIDE.

HE’S SMOKING.

HE’S PISSED.

Heath:

Do we have confirmation he’s pacing?

Chris:

Confirmed.

Pacing. Smoking. Grinding his molars into chalk dust.

Colson:

Someone please get him water.

Or a sedative.

Isaac:

Keep talking and I’ll come back in and end the night with a felony.

Shay:

BRO.

Rosie literally just fell into you.

You CAUGHT HER.

You did the full-body hero hold.

She clutched your shirt like a rom-com climax.

Chris:

AND THEN SHE SHOVED HIM

I NEARLY ASCENDED

Adam:

Jesus Christ.

What’s her BMI?

Heath:

This is more dramatic than Dom in Caracas.

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