Page 74 of Play the Game

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It’s five-thirty in the morning.

Noah

And when I dropped them off an hour ago you were wide awake and about to head to work. So, did you give them to her yet?

Me

Not yet.

Noah

Well, what are you waiting for?

Me

Keep your pants on. I just gotto the office.

Noah

Make sure you tell her they’re from me. Don’t you dare try to pass them off as your own.

Wait, what am I saying? You can’t pass them off as your own because then you would have to explain why you can’t replicate the amazingness of my muffins. Unless you already told her you’re nuclear level bad in the kitchen.

Me

Has anyone ever told you that you’re annoying? I don’t know how Hannah lives with you.

Noah

My girl is obsessed with me, full stop.

Jordan

You’re both fucking annoying and I’m obsessed with this conversation ending as soon as humanly possible. Why are you blowing up my phone before the damn sun is up?

Elliot

What he said. This doesn’t feel like a group chat conversation.

Noah

Every conversation is a group chat conversation. It’s a brother thing.

Jordan

Well, can it be a brother thing in, like, three hours? It’s my day off, and I’m fucking tired. And if one of your texts wakes up Jo, you’ll have to face her wrath. She’s vengeful in the morning.

Elliot

So, what’s the deal?

Noah

I gave Cooper muffins and coffee to take to Evan for their weird early morning at the law firm ritual.

Me

It’s not weird—it’s ours. Do I give you shit when you and Hannah hang out up on the roof in the middle of the night?

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