Chapter 18“Ku areba raku ari.”
Tom Alan was hurt, pissed off even, though that wasn’t a phrase he would use. Bent out of shape was how he’d say it, like the bristles on the push broom got from sweeping too hard…because of how pissed off he was!
Milo wasn’t coming back, and he hadn’t even told him personally. He’d sent a message through Jenn! Actually, he hadn’t even done that. The only reason Tom Alan knew was because Jenn was a chatterbox. Milo had to have known before he sent the freakin’ inane text with the gosh-darned stupid smiley face! Four more ding dang words was all it would have taken. “I’m not coming back.” Heck, two more would have done it. “Kiss off.”
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Tom Alan swept behind the boards, picked up cups, energy bar wrappers, and used Kleenex. Eew! He washed everything
