An Eye for a Bullet
He smiles as he holds it up, and looking at me, he asks, "Did you pick this out yourself?"
I think for a moment. "Well, Ves didn't pick it out, and neither did Pike or the others, so yeah."
Dane laughs and reaches and pats my shoulder. "Ahh, Reza. You can just say yes and smile."
I don't but Dane takes the other gift from my hand and destroys the ribbon as he opens it. Isn't he supposed to wait? He throws the paper on to the ground and opens the box, revealing the hoodie inside. I picked one that isn't polyester and cotton blend. Those are okay, but they don't last. I picked an expensive one that has a wool lining inside.
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