Gavin nodded. “Your funeral.”
“But you’re not going with us.”
“I get it! You’ve made it abundantly clear you don’t wish my presence. You afraid I’ll scare her off?”
“Maybe a little, yeah. You have this way of trying to take over and organize things. I want a nice, casual coffee with Alice so maybe she’ll go out with me again—and eventually I’ll get laid.”
“For the first time in your life!” Gavin clapped excitedly, laughing like a little girl. “I’m so proud!”
Stan punched him hard. “You know it’s not like that. Just because you’re twenty and a virgin.”
“I beg your pardon. I’ve had more than one partner.”
“Your left hand doesn’t count.”
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