A silver spooned baby meets an angsty skid row kid.
uhm arent hickeys like, normal? I mean i grew up religiously(catholic to be specific) and hickeys are fine wth
WAIT ARE HICKEYS A SIN THAT MAKES NO SENSE AND I GREW UP CHRISTIAN! PEOPLE IN CHURCH HAD HICKEYS! NO WAY! WHAT DO I NOT KNOW?!
aS AN ATHEIST I AM TRIGGERED (not really Jesus don't kill me)
YO WADUP! RELIGIOUS PERSON HERE THAT WILL GLADLY TAKE HICKIES ANYDAY! F*CK SIN! I DO IT EVRYDAY
I just noticed the title of the chapter, my name's Dallon and I relate to this chapter title on a spiritual level.
I like how you switched the personalities of Brendon and Dallon. Brendon's the wild child irl, whereas Dallon is the good kid.