Out the door. 7 am. 2 member fat girl fan club right out front.

"103 today, boys."

Peeling off shirt. Little tank top underneath.

"You going home? Must be going home. You look awfully happy."

"Better believe it."

"What's up with that?"

"What's up with what?"

"You. Leaving. Thought you were coming home with us."

That would be dismissive laughter you hear following that. Thanks for asking though. Never hurts to try, I suppose.

And really, can't say as I blame you.

I'd wanna take me home to.