How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis
Keezy got shorter, his hair darkened and his stance turned into a slouch.
“He looks a bit like yo’,” said Flossie.
He didn’t look a bit like me, he looked exactly like me. Fucking troll.
“Great. Brilliant idea, Keezy. If I could offer a little constructive criticism... First, I don’t have to pay for sex, I have her.” I pointed at Jenny. “She already fell for me once, and she’s already falling for me again. Look at her, she’s all over me.”
Jenny, who had sidled right up against me as Keezy’s face had melted and reformed, sprang away. Too late, babe.
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