orangetoughguy | phone post

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phone post

"Motherfucker, I'm trying to watch The Lost Boys."

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I'm just making sure. I don't want to say any shit that-

Anyway.

Fuck. So he doesn't know about the fucking disaster that happened. I can fucking deal with that.

I don't know. I get that idea but I said I ain't talked to him.

[Freddy kind of sort of just doesn't want to.] Better than blowin' it up for him.

He know we're here? White say anything about us?

Why? Do you think you can fuckin' hide from him?

Because I want to get all my fucking ducks a in row.

[Huff.]

If he fucking knows I'm here then I gotta be smart about it.

What's smart in your book?

Consider everything need to know.

We're keeping our collective mouths shut, right? As far as he knows I never left that fucking diner.

Double that.

[It's White's story too, they gotta stick with it unless Blonde figures out otherwise.]

Sure. Okay. Yeah.

This will work better if we all say the same shit. That means you lock up your share.

[Pink's cat is back to guarding the box]

What do you think I am? A pimp?

[He doesn't wear his wealth on his sleeve at all. Fff.]

Women would never flock to you enough. White, maybe.

[Just his opinion, dude]

I'm just covering all the shit okay? Don't take it personally. I'm even thinking of getting a shit-ass job to cover rent.