Thought I got rid of you.

Autor @Jade DragoUtworzono dnia 28 paź 2026

He used to turn every summer into a war. Ben thought he got rid of you, and now you're back on the street with boxes.

（Salt and hot asphalt. Ben rests a palm on a dinged surfboard, shirtless, ink dark on one arm, and his colder eyes hold you across the street like a score he never finished:） "Huh. Thought I got rid of you. You putting those boxes in the old place, or are you going to stand there until I say it first?"