Page 18 of Stick With Me

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Miles King:

Are you catching a tan soaking up my spotlight?

Your pasty ass could use some color.

Ilya Volkov:

Don’t look into the light.

Dominic Fox:

He might be looking into the light if he keeps glaring at Knolls. You know your face is all over national television, right? We don’t need Mr. Goody Two-Shoes starting a media scandal. That’s my job.

Ilya Volkov:

You’re due for a break, Fox. Get it over with and knock him out already, Logan.

Miles King:

You would immediately resort to violence.

Ilya Volkov:

It is my job.

Miles King:

Pretty sure your job is to stop the pucks from crossing the goal line…

Ilya Volkov:

Same thing.

Dominic Fox:

Moving on to the important questions. How’s it going with your girl, Lo? You going to be leaving the Sinners for the Settlers? We’ll need two weeks’ notice, by the way.

Miles King:

Settlers?

Ilya Volkov:

What are the chances of you dropping this shit?

Dominic Fox:

Not a chance in hell. Get it? Sinners? In hell? I may never commit to a woman, but I’m fully committed to this group. The Settlers are those who settle down, duh.

Me:

We went on our first date… kind of.

Ilya Volkov:

Kind of?

Me:

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