white sleeves

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It was
Nicky who forced them all in the car on an apparently random Saturday, with empty
threats, a good deal of supplication, and endless streaks of “Neil. Neil. Neil.
Neil.” which got on everyone nerves, even his own.

Neil managed
to outlast Nicky the fifth time he did it by turning on the shower, choosing to
wash his hair for the second time in as many days just so the water would flow over
his ears.

“What the
fuck are you doing?” was the first thing he heard when he stepped out of the stall,
almost relaxed. The voices were right outside the bathroom door but Neil
pretended he was alone in the world as he dried and dressed as slowly as
possible.

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