“I do?” Elijah looked down at the wadded mass of fabric. There it was. “That’s embarrassing.” He tugged until the plastic broke and stuffed the tag in his pants pocket. “I guess you had to find out sometime. I’m a Maxx-onista.”
He emptied the rest of his beer. “B, my family’s crazy. I mean they’re loud, outlandish… “real”,” he hooked his fingers, “Whatever you want to call it. But they’re cool.” He prepared the pat answer for his job. “And A, I’m an exterminator. I’m gonna give you a second to process that before I ask you the same thing.”
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Date: 2016-01-15 06:59 pm (UTC)He emptied the rest of his beer. “B, my family’s crazy. I mean they’re loud, outlandish… “real”,” he hooked his fingers, “Whatever you want to call it. But they’re cool.” He prepared the pat answer for his job. “And A, I’m an exterminator. I’m gonna give you a second to process that before I ask you the same thing.”