“She’s cute.”
“She’s like, four years older than me.”
“So what? That’s not—”
“She’s pregnant. With somebody else’s kid.”
“What the fuck does that matter now, Corey? Whoever’s baby that is probably got eaten weeks ago. I’ve got Robin, Hank has Cynthia, and the old lady’s past it, and that leaves 'Lith. We’re gonna be stuck in here a while, bro. A long while. You wanna spend that time sleeping alone?”
Corey said nothing for a minute, and then admitted, “Not really.”
“So go talk to her. She already likes you, you saved her ass like twice.”
“Maybe I will.”
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