“Saw the picture on your socials. With Jenny...”
Harold’s voice had that slow drawl of contempt and accusation that Jeremy couldn’t stand.
“...You take her back again?”
Jeremy shook his head and squeezed his beer can tightly enough that it audibly crumpled.
“No, we’re not back together, we just … spent some time.”
Harold faced Jeremy with a firm hand and an…
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