Golden boy Thorpe here rustles up a few thousand new followers, and Tavros Crocker’s social standing is down in the shitter far as my ma’s concerned.

Not that we've escaped by any means, since it's lookin’ like this whole mess is getting bigger than our school, but a gal's gotta rest her gams.

He’d never say what he meant, he’d just wait for you to understand, and he wouldn’t ask for a thing if he wanted it, he’d wait for you to guess what it was.