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Matty asked my friends.
I shook him off of me, and pushed away from him. “If they don’t mind, I certainly do,” I told him. I gave him a very annoyed glare, and scrutinized the skeezeball. He had his hair pulled away from his face in a high man-bun, and he was wearing a Gayl U hoodie and jeans.
“What do you want, Matty?” Dave asked with a protective arm around Heather.
Matty put his hands up in a defensive gesture. “Nothing with you, man. I just want to talk to Shorty here.”
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