The Tribe
I finish, and I scratch the top of my lip, trying not to laugh at the looks everyone is giving me.
The expressions of stunned silence mixed with utter bewilderment and disbelief are the funniest thing ever. Granted, I do it often, but it never ceases to amuse me.
“Uh, that’s…uh, yeah. Can I be frank?” Wyatt asks, running his hand over his scruff, still looking very perplexed.
I fight a smile. “Yes.”
“That sounds like a bullshit bedtime story, no offence.”
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