“Ash, I’m with you,” Sierra chimed in from across the aisle. If I didn’t know any better, the bastard sounded nervous. “How old are you, man? Can’t you stand still for five minutes?” “Why the fuck are we barefoot again?” I clipped Chase’s arm to get his attention and snap him out of whatever pussy whipped La-La Land he disappeared to. Half the women lining the beach, waiting to get this show on the road, were freezing their asses off in glorified lingerie. At least I was in this monkey suit, could’ve been worse. Why the fuck am I barefoot? The sand was cold, colder than you would expect in October, and the salt water spray only added to the chill in the air.
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