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and tire swing out front. Billy was right

about one thing, dreaming never made

lifeless fucked up.

"Well, well, if it isn't pretty tits." I

hate that nickname, and he insists on

calling me that.

"Hey, Rob, mind if I come inside?"

I tuck my hands in my jeans pocket.

He steps aside and lets me in, his

eyes roaming over my body like the filthy

fuck he is.