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What more is there to say about Sweeter then this:

“I’m not Henry,�� Tech Bro says. “I’m Will, William Faulkner and—��
The laughter lump rises with the force of a nuclear warhead. I hold it in my mouth for a second, then eject it in a hysterical half-scream. I can’t help it, I’m cold and tired and hungry and poor and I got catfished and the person telling me I got catfished is William Faulkner.
“What’s wrong with you?�� Glamazon yelps, but William Faulkner knows why I’m laughing.
He turns to look at me. “My mom didn’t know who William Faulkner was, okay?��

Eve Dangerfield could literally write her grocery list and I'd eat that shit up with a smile on my face!

Will flashes me a smile I’m starting to think of as ‘vintage Abercrombie panty-destroyer.�� VAPD for short.

Pure GOLD people!