“I don’t think I know you.”
“Well, bravo, because I don’t know you either,” hands clapped, an evident hint of sarcasm circulating every syllable spoken. Junhoe had a pet peeve with people stating the blatantly obvious. What was the point? “Just sayin’ that girl’s ass is tight, man. Didn’t know it was an insult to admire a woman’s body with another lad, now, did I?” a grumble emitted, snorting back the mucus in his throat, “I’ll let you be, then, aye.”











