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“Alright, Zillah,” I hear Rahim say once I’m close enough, “third times the charm. Go for it.”

Zillah hums before pointing at a young man who was listening patiently to his mother, his attention drifting down to his phone ever so often. “He’s listening to his mother, but he clearly is more interested in the phone. He probably wants to be at home.” Rahim groans, and Chris shakes his head. “What? Did I mess up again?”

“Yes, again,” Rahim informs him, “you are truly impossible.”

“Give him a break,” Chris adds, “he did better than the last two times. We finally got away from giving an obvious description of them.”

“I doubt you knew that one girl was taking steroids,” Zillah huffs.

“No,” Chris agrees, “but I also didn’t need to know.”

“What are you three even doing?” I question, making my presence known. All three guys pause and turn to look at me, their eyes wide like they had just been caught in the middle of a crime.

“We’re … uh,” Rahim starts, clearing his throat and looking away sheepishly before sitting up straighter, “we’re avoiding Bradley.”

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Anonymous

Bruh what did Bradley do??