You don’t have to flirt, T. I’m not a chick.”
“That mean I don’t have to buy you dinner afterward?”
“No, I definitely want dinner.” Prophet paused. “Maybe I am a chick.
Need help washing other places?”
“Yeah. I’m really dirty.”
“I can’t believe you said that with a straight face.”
“I can’t believe you’ll do it anyway.
Mal did as he was told without a backward glance at any of them. Tom did see him hold up his middle finger as he left.
He guessed it was kind of like his gang sign. Or his message to the entire world.
You planted a bug on me?”
“Yes.”
“And you don’t think that was wrong?”
“I don’t care.”
Prophet blinked. “Fuck. That’s something I’d say.
I can’t believe you read my medical files.”
Prophet looked offended. “That would be an invasion of privacy. I looked through your bags.
Mots clés prophet catch-a-ghost
Like what you see?” Prophet asked, his voice a quiet yet dangerous rumble, heavily laced with sarcasm.
Even so, Tom answered him seriously. “Yes.”
“That’s because you’re seeing two of me.
What are you looking for? My attention? Because you've got it. You had it when you walked into EE."
Tom narrowed his eyes, couldn't believe Prophet was admitting it. "Same."
"Okay then.
Tom smiled and surrendered to the inevitable. Because you couldn’t escape your fucking past, so why bother trying?
S.E. JakesRules are usually in place because they help the people who made them, more than the people who have to follow them. Same goes for people who have questions they want you to answer. Keep some shit just for you. Gives you an edge
S.E. JakesHis wrists ached. When they stopped hurting, it would mean the storm had definitely arrived, because when the pressure was high, there wasn’t any pain.
Just massive destruction—a typical metaphor for his life.
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