He thinks he’s suave in his Ray-Ban sunglasses.
“Sorry,” he grins, “I can’t lie, I dig hot chicks!”
“Uh-huh,” I nod
He puts on welding gloves and reaches into his pet carrier. Seeing red, flaming little birds, I squee.
“Baby phoenixes!”
This guy is suave.
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