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"I'm with stupid," she said.
I looked away. It wasn't the first time she'd said something like that about me. I knew that because it wans't the first time she'd said it right in front of me.
So I just looked away. I had a Pepsi can that I jiggled, and sometimes raised to my mouth.
We walked around the arcade, with her twitching her behind, trying to look like she was hot shit.
Why she needed me along to do that, I don't know.
Unless it just made her feel better to have someone to feel better than.
I kept on carrying the Pepsi can.
Then I spotted the quarterback, and I knew she'd seen him, too, by her pretty gasp. She fanned her neck. "Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod," she chanted. "I've got to have a drink.
She reached for my Pepsi can and I relinquished it.
Who was I to stop her from taking a slug of it?
She wouldn't have listened if she knew I'd been chewing tobacco.