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Stop being so athletic,” Ethan mumbled. “And responsible. Why can’t I date someone who’s like me?” “Because you’d end up in rehab,” Riley said. He laughed when Ethan threw a couch pillow at him. “I’ll blow you if you bring me back McDonalds,” Ethan yelled as Riley closed the apartment door on his way out to go running. Their neighbor across the way, a very old man wearing a wide-brimmed hat, raised his bushy eyebrows at Riley. “Kid must really need a cheeseburger,” he said without inflection.
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