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âAnd all the saints rolled over in their graves when they heard you comparing yourself to them.â he joked back. âI suppose we should ask what he would want, seeing as heâs the one that would die. What do you mean. What happened with him?â he asked, tilting his head to the side. âYeah. Maybe one day Iâll be happy with myself. Iâm glad I have you with me no matter what though.â he said, before coughing awkwardly. âBro, I hate to break it to you, but I think you got some fake acid. Iâm not feeling anything.â
âNo they didnât. The saints loved the fact that they have so much in common with meâ, Noah quipped. âConsidering heâs got younger siblings, he might actually want a dignified funeral and weâll just have to save all of our shenanigans for the after partyâ, he reasoned. âYou must be the only person on campus that hasnât heard about the love square that Jackson found himself inâ, he said. âIâll always have your back. I know it sounds cliche but I do hope that youâll be able to love yourself some dayâ. Both brothers were clearly a little awkward when it came to such emotional topics of discussion as it wasnât something that they did often. âYeah, I think you might be right. Serves me right for buying from a different dealer. Want to just get drunk instead?â












