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Julian
Hollin spewed drink all over the barn floor. “You made a d**k joke?”
“I know.” I pushed my computer back across the bar. “You’re cleaning that up.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Hollin said. He was still laughing hysterically as he grabbed a rag and started to mop up the floor. “I just…can you run me through it one more time?”
“Ass.”
“I’m serious. I don’t know how you got here.”
“We hooked up, and the next morning, I could tell she was all squirrelly. Like she was going to give me some big speech about how we couldn’t date.”
“Seems fair.”
“So, I ordered her a d**k doughnut and made her eat it.”
Hollin tried to keep a straight face, but he lost it again. “Holy s**t, man! The great Julian Wright. The charming, charismatic, flirtatious jackass that gets every girl in the place falling all
