Page 78 of Hello Doctor

My eyes bugged out.

Fletcher: How much have you had to drink?

Liv: Not enough because I’m still thinking about you.

Liv: Butthead.

That made me way happier than it should have. I was smiling as I typed back my response.

Fletcher: Did you just call me a butthead? I haven’t been called that since seventh grade.

Liv: Then you clearly don’t have anyone in your life being honest with you.

Liv: Butthead.

Fletcher: How much have you had to drink? Tell me.

Liv: Eleventy seven.

My eyebrows lifted.

Fletcher: 1107? Sips? Is that an exact count?

Liv: I’ve lost count. There’s a nice man here who likes that I like whiskey. It’s freeeeeeeee for meeeeee.

Oh, dear lord.

Fletcher: Are you with someone right now?

Liv: The handsome bearded mannnnn?

Fletcher: Where are you friends?

Liv: They’re here.

Liv: somewhere.

Liv: Not here here. Like I’m in the bathroom. I had to poop. But somewhere. I think.

Liv: Not like you. You’re HOME. BECAUSE YOU DON’T LIKE ME.

Liv: It’s FINE.

Liv: Really fine.

Liv: Perfect actually.

Liv: Because the mountain man is getting me shots.

Fletcher: There aren’t any mountains in Texas.

Liv: But he’s wearing plaid and has a beard and drinks whiskey so he could be a lumberjack.

Liv: Maybe that’s why he asked me to come home with him. Because my dress reminds him of a chainsaw.

My eyes bugged out of my fucking head.

Fletcher: DO NOT GO HOME WITH HIM. DO YOU HEAR ME?

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