“Is this awkward for you?” Thumper actually had the temerity to ask. After we caught each other up on the goings on of the last twenty years (“How’ve you been?” “Good. You?” “Good.” Done.), Hunter had rolled the car into the garage and gone to work. Thumper and I were sitting in the shade of a tree across the street, picking at Ryan’s lunch and sucking on Cherry Pepsis from the vending machine outside McHardy’s Filling Station.
“Awkward? Washing up here? I left without saying good bye, we haven’t exchanged so much as a go f**k yourself since, he’s a homophobic prick, and now whether or not we ever get out of the town I’ve been running away from for my whole life depends on if he helps us. Running into Jeremy with you the other night? That was awkward. This? This is Hell in 3-D IMAX.”
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