"I think it's very clear what our intentions are and I don't think it's very unfair that you at least consider them," Carly says pinching the bridge of her nose in stress whilst I repeatedly bang my head on the table.
Why you ask?
Carly and I are exhausted by Damien and Aaron's constant bickering. We're all in McDonalds sitting at a corner booth trying to get the two boys to come to some sort of agreement that will result in all of us being at least civil towards each other.
We aren't getting anywhere.
"I have considered it and I don't like it," Damien argues back before he thanks Ben for the fourth round of milkshakes that have been ordered since we got here at seven when the sun was just about down. We were planning on coming earlier but I just like sleep too much and slept in.
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