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“If God wants to make up for all the s**t I’ve been forced to live through, Georgia would be a f*****g amazing apology.” —Wyatt Gates
“Don’t forget that Daisy, LuLu, and Santa Baby need their meds before you leave. The log is on the filing cabinet,” I tell Xavier as I fuss with a lock on one of the kennels that’s been sticking.
“Seriously, dude, go,” he huffs out.
“I know,” I snap. “I’m just making sure that—”
Xavier cuts me off, “You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know. I’ve been here a long time. I know how this all goes. You’re just being your control-freak self. Give it a rest for one night. You have a pretty girl waiting to take you on a date. Go. Stop being a pansy ass.”
“Hey, I said I was taking the night off. I never said anything about a date.” My need to keep
