It was unkind to call anyone that when he was only seventeen himself, but he couldn't help it with this overwrought reaction about everything. So it was a bit of blood. So they were locked in. Kavinsky could say he'd been through worse even before he had. This wasn't a damn thing.
"Christ," he said, brows furrowed together. "The sooner you finish your wailing..."
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It was unkind to call anyone that when he was only seventeen himself, but he couldn't help it with this overwrought reaction about everything. So it was a bit of blood. So they were locked in. Kavinsky could say he'd been through worse even before he had. This wasn't a damn thing.
"Christ," he said, brows furrowed together. "The sooner you finish your wailing..."