Do you think I have a chance with Booth?
No one has that answer. No one. All you can do is try, little bro. Try your heart out. I guess you’re not going to know the answer to that until it happens.
Guess you’re right.
Because confusion rocks my world right now. Confusion and torment and unnecessary thoughts.
I don’t get it. I don’t get it. I don’t get it.
I got you, Harker. I’ll protect you. Wait and see.
Wait and see.
What’s Booth mean by this? And why do I have to wait and see? Can’t he just tell me up front? Why all the mysteriousness? Can’t he just spill what he has to say? God knows I don’t need all the drama. And I’m sure he doesn’t either. No way. Save the drama for my writing, another day and time.
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Wood. I have wood in the library, between my throbbing thighs. Hard
