Cal
oBITCHuary: What was it that you wanted to tell me yesterday?
oBITCHuary: Mac? Hello?
oBITCHuary: Super ready for your big secret over here.
oBITCHuary: Rude. I hate it when men with perfect ears think they’re too good for this world just because they have superior lugholes.
oBITCHuary: Yes, I just used the word lugholes.
oBITCHuary: Mac?
oBITCHuary: ️
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Cal
“Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now)”—C+C Music Factory
Everybody dance now!
The unreasonable demand blared directly into my eardrums, jarring me into action. It was way too early and I was still in my bed, blinking at the ceiling after another sleepless night.
Was I hallucinating now? Hoped not. I really couldn’t afford therapy.
My head whipped to the alarm clock. Six twenty in the morning.
