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"Shit dude. I'll have to bring my guitar next time so we can jam." He grinned in return. "Rockin' in a sound proof room isn't dorky at all. It's ballin'."
He wasn't about to tell her that his mom had to keep so many cats because they tended to meet untimely ends when Hawthorne was around. Never on purpose; he just didn't have any kind of skill with animals.
"Aw, don't say that." He reached over and cupped her shoulder. "I'm the kind of asshole who steals pint glasses from breweries."
He wasn't about to tell her that his mom had to keep so many cats because they tended to meet untimely ends when Hawthorne was around. Never on purpose; he just didn't have any kind of skill with animals.
"Aw, don't say that." He reached over and cupped her shoulder. "I'm the kind of asshole who steals pint glasses from breweries."