[And as is his way, John just rolls his eyes over to look at Petre instead of his whole head.]
How would I know if you were smooth? I'm not interested. Nothing would work. [He feels like he has thumbtacks on the roof of his mouth, the lie takes such effort now.]
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How would I know if you were smooth? I'm not interested. Nothing would work. [He feels like he has thumbtacks on the roof of his mouth, the lie takes such effort now.]