F.L.A.S.H
he grinned moving towards me, stopping at the foot of my bed, his phone in one hand.
I cleared my throat, looking down at him with a raised eyebrow,
“You’re barely twenty three Justin, in my books you’re still a boy. The best I can do is young man,” he raised a hand before I could protest, “take it or leave it, “
“I’ll take it,” I groaned while Chris chuckled, “good morning Dad,” he grinned, eyes trailing towards him.
Dad grinned his way, “now that’s a fine man.”
“What?” I protested side-glancing at Chris, “he’s one day older than me, I was born the sixth he was born the 8th.”
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