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In front of the counter, he ripped the plastic cap off. I grinned when he tried to drink from the bottle without taking off the foil seal underneath. Dumb fuck. Gatorade is supposed to be this drink for hard core signs athletes and that type, but who the hell wants to stop and mess with a little piece of foil when they’ve just played football or run a race? But I guess they can pay some fag to take the foil off for them. signs He was guzzling, signs and little dribbles of red liquid ran out the corners of his mouth and down his chin. When the bottle was empty, he stopped and gasped for air. Watching it all happen got me thirsty. He looked at me and wiped his forehead with one hand. “Hotter than balls out there, bro,” he said. “No kidding, hombre,” I replied with half a smile. This kid was harmless, a college guy. His hair was trimmed perfectly and his teeth were braces straight.
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