"I should really go and get some more clothes," Tori says as she walks into the living room. I was in the middle of talking to Raphael about what time he was thinking about going to get his trailer. "Do you want to buy new, or do you want me to take you to your place?" I ask, her arms crossed at my chest. She'd put on one of my favorite pairs of sweats, white Nike joggers, the logo large and going down the right leg. She's paired it with a black tank I'd thrown in the basket from her apartment. "It might be safer to buy new," Raphael states, taking a bite out of a turkey sandwich. He ate quite a lot for such a slender man, I'd just watched him eat right a hardy stack of pancakes and several slices of bacon before Tori, and I'd taken our leave to the bedroom. "How much were the groceries
