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"Come on, dipshit, we ain't got all day,"
"Yeah, you got this, man,"
"Guys, her house isn't soundproofed, so-"
"Once again, can we please get Chipotle? I don't understand why we need to be here, it's his fucking-"
"Oh, shut up, all of you!"
The approaching loud voices of the guys traveled all the way upstairs to where Faith was watching them argue and talk some sense into Daniel through a security camera feed connected to the TV in her upstairs living room.
She could see them walking out of the line of sight of the backyard to the front of her house, the four other boys walking down Faith's driveway back to Jonah's car.
Daniel ran his hand through his platinum hair, now almost fully brown.
What was he going to say?
You can't just take back those words.
But he was drunk, right?
That's not even a good fucking reason.
Without hesitating, he sprinted over to Faith's glass front door and rang the doorbell, making Faith jump in suprise upstairs.
