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“I don’t know. Found her like that,” I explain.

“You found a half-dead girl and decided to bring her back here?” he asks. I nod my head. Yup, that sounds about right.

“Yeah.”

“Jesus, Tarek. Do you have any idea who she is?”

“Nope. She didn’t have any ID on her,” I tell him.

“You checked?”

“Of course, I checked.”

Twitch looks around me at the girl once more, and I grin bigger. I grin like I won a fucking prize. Like I won the lottery. What the hell is wrong with me?

“I can’t believe you brought her here.”

“What was I supposed to do with her? She was outside the strip club.”

“She ain’t one of the dancers?” I shake my head.

“No. I asked Nick. He didn’t know who she was.”

“She was just lyin’ out there?”

“Yeah. Half dead,” I reply.

“So now what? What the hell are you gonna do with her?”

“Keep her.”

“Keep her? What the fuck, Tarek?”

“What? Why can’t I keep her?”

“She isn’t yours to keep! Hell, we don’t even know who the fuck she is!”

“That means nothin’.”

“You’re sick, you know that?”

“Why?”

“She’s half dead, brother!”

“Half dead. The other half ain’t dead,” I point out. Twitch runs his hand over his face, clearly exasperated with me. I can’t say I blame him, either. I can be a lot to handle.

“You have problems,” he says once more.

“I know, like, what am I gonna name her?” I tell him. He looks at me, and I mean really looks at me now. I know how to push their buttons, and I do it often. I’m good at it.

“What you’re gonna name her? That’s the only concern you have at this point?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“I’m outta here. Enjoy your dead girl.” I watch him leave before turning back to the girl on my bed.

“LaLa. I’ll call you LaLa.”

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