Testing my sanity
Clyde's smile widened, and then he turned to me.
"Will you be watching?" he asked, his tone laden with suggestion. I turned to Noah, silently pleading for an explanation, but he looked up, muttering, "Sweet Jesus."
"Watching what?" I asked, genuinely perplexed. Noah looked at Clyde sternly, as if silently conveying a message that I couldn't decipher. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something significant happening, something I was missing out on.
"Wait a minute watching what," I ask but no one answers me
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