“Only Built for Foolish Hijinks (Brunch Fin)”
“You have got to get out of here, Sabrina – fuck!”
“Lamar,” she looks at me, as if puppy eyes and a nice set of breasts was enough at the moment. I gagged.
“You fucking stink, yo.”
“It’s not my fault,” she squealed through tears, stomping with both feet and balling her tiny hands into a fist. It was cute, the whole scene – but she threw my baseball at me – the one…