Page 67 of All Too Well

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Again, what the hell are you talking about?

Miles

Listen, Grandpa, you just wear the shirt. Maybe you should be the first one since ... you’re the oldest.

Killian

Fuck off. You’re the worst on the team.

Everett

Ladies, focus. Okay, shirts. Let’s make this happen. We can walk on with background music too.

Miles

Done. I’ll bring the shirts, someone get a boombox.

Everett

Do they still make those?

Miles

I don’t know, but if they do, I’m sure Killian has one.

Killian

* middle finger emoji *

I swear they are trying to find new ways totorture me.

Absolutely not happening. Do you all forget we have Ainsley writing about us? No way are we going to embarrass ourselves more.

Everett

It was decided on. Sorry, bro, those are the rules.

What rules? He’s out of his damn mind.

Miles

Got the shirts!

Fucking hell. This day just can’t get worse. I turn around, and Ainsley is leaning against the wall. Here goes the worst.

“His idea was Taylor Swift shirts.”

She starts a smile, then pulls her lips tight. Then her hand covers her mouth as she almost doubles over. Her whole body is shaking, and then she looks up at me, letting her laugh fly.

Yeah, I would be doing the same.

“Please can I pick which one you’ll wear?”

“No.”

“Please? I promise it’ll be a good one.”

I roll my eyes. “You are out of your fucking mind if you think I’m going to let you pick my clothes out.”

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