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He laughed. Hazy images surfaced of Joy and her very appealing cleavage. “I kind of remember. Not much though.” “You were pretty out of it that day.” Harley reached up and pulled his hair away from his neck. “I can feel the pounds rolling off as we speak. Is it just me?” “No. Humans pay for this? Doesn’t it open their skin pores or some such shit?” “My pores are so open that my skin wants to fall off.” “Ten more minutes,” Ted called out. “Do you need water?”

Of course she got him to promise to do an interview for her always-upcoming YouTube channel. Harry joined us a while later, just back from the gym, and the sweaty version of the Persian Prince in a tight tee and running shorts was almost hotter than his casual street fashion. Before Amy and I could kill her, Trisha rested a hand on his forearm and met his eyes dead serious. “If you ever get tired of men, you have Fran’s number.” “To get in a fight with the Haunter?” “What? Oh, no. I’m saying ‘cause she has my number.”